Liang Wan shook her head. Slumping over the corpse, she closed her eyes and choked back a sob, "He didn't want to go. I kept it from him and went against his wishes—"
Once, her heart had been filled with nothing but hatred. She didn't know when he had slowly squeezed his way in, taking up an increasingly heavy space. She was only afraid of repeating the mistakes of her past life; yet, while she wanted to leave, she couldn't bear to let him go... Liang Wan held his hand and placed it against her cheek. Her chest ached with a hollow emptiness.
The newcomer gave a light nod, showing not a hint of impatience. His tone was gentle and polite as he persuaded her, "You are right, Madam. But where do you want to take him? Back to Jinye? If that place could truly accommodate him, why would you have sought us out? Not to mention that Jinye is thousands of miles away, what awaits him if he goes back? Dismemberment by five horses? Or having his bones ground to ash and scattered to the wind?"
