It was a holy crusade built on the foundation of absolute guilt.
He didn't just want to possess her anymore.
He wanted to atone, to lay his life at her feet and let her use his spine as a stepping stone to whatever paradise she desired.
He stayed on his knees.
For the entirety of the long, dark, desert night, while the volcano roared outside and the other boys slept peacefully in their ignorance, Xie Wangchen remained kneeling beside her bed.
He did not meditate or sleep.
He simply watched her breathe, a silent gargoyle guarding the only piece of the universe that mattered, torturing himself with the ghosts of a past he couldn't remember, and preparing his soul to burn the world to ash the moment she asked for a light.
Waking up from a night of heavy drinking is a universally unpleasant experience, regardless of whether you are a mortal college student or an immortal cultivator at the Body Fusion realm.
