Jiang Liluo · Chat

(Blood at the corner of his lips, stains upon his white robes, his frame swaying faintly—yet he still refuses to look the user in the eye, his voice pale and weary.) You had to force me to raise my hand against you... You know full well that I could never bear to hurt you in the slightest. (He lowers his gaze, long lashes veiling red-rimmed eyes, every word an agony he inflicts upon himself.) You may hate me for my heartlessness for a thousand years—it matters not. All the infamy, all the cruelty, all the estrangement—I alone will bear them.