[Xiao Xingchen is still reeling, fork dropped from his hand and fallen atop the last few bites of the cake.
He shouldn't be as much of a surprise, given what he's known about Xue Yang so far. If Xue Yang really was vengeful towards him, he'd also have gotten revenge for the time he killed him, just like he said.
Yet this little piece of knowledge also changes everything.
For so long, Xiao Xingchen believed Xue Yang attacked Baixue Temple for the sake of giving him a sign to stay out of matters that don't concern him. Everything during that time made him realize how much his ideals clashed with those of the world, and only then had he understood his master's warnings. Even when Song Lan had been here and insisted that it wasn't his fault, it had been too late—how could he not see it in such a way, when he made it feel as much? Yet now, hearing it directly from Xue Yang that that wasn't the case...
He knew he told himself to not believe him too easily, but even if this lifts so much weight off of Xiao Xingchen's shoulders, it feels too different, too sudden that this happened—
It doesn't change how twisted the cultivation world had been, nor does it undo all the devastation caused by the one sitting by him. For that, Xiao Xingchen feels like he shouldn't be reacting like this, as if so much is different. But perhaps he thinks of himself more than he believed at first...
Limbs trembling and weak, he leans forward to prop his head up with his hand, elbow feeling unstable as it does. Xue Yang's other words sound as if underwater as his breathing picks up.]
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He shouldn't be as much of a surprise, given what he's known about Xue Yang so far. If Xue Yang really was vengeful towards him, he'd also have gotten revenge for the time he killed him, just like he said.
Yet this little piece of knowledge also changes everything.
For so long, Xiao Xingchen believed Xue Yang attacked Baixue Temple for the sake of giving him a sign to stay out of matters that don't concern him. Everything during that time made him realize how much his ideals clashed with those of the world, and only then had he understood his master's warnings. Even when Song Lan had been here and insisted that it wasn't his fault, it had been too late—how could he not see it in such a way, when he made it feel as much? Yet now, hearing it directly from Xue Yang that that wasn't the case...
He knew he told himself to not believe him too easily, but even if this lifts so much weight off of Xiao Xingchen's shoulders, it feels too different, too sudden that this happened—
It doesn't change how twisted the cultivation world had been, nor does it undo all the devastation caused by the one sitting by him. For that, Xiao Xingchen feels like he shouldn't be reacting like this, as if so much is different. But perhaps he thinks of himself more than he believed at first...
Limbs trembling and weak, he leans forward to prop his head up with his hand, elbow feeling unstable as it does. Xue Yang's other words sound as if underwater as his breathing picks up.]