2ha quotes

He loathed Chu Wanning, but that was between the two of them. Be it the past life or this one, on pain of death, he absolutely will not allow anyone other than himself to touch so much as a hair on Chu Wanning.

He was like a starving stray dog with no home to return to, with mangled paws and a grimy coat of fur, with no choice but to fight over food with beggars and feral cats to survive.

“Then do you know what his wish was when Mo Ran first became my disciple?” Chu Wanning's eyes became colder, and the depth of the silence there was deeper than before. “He said he wanted to have a holy weapon like Tianwen. This way, more lives could be saved.”

The autumn breeze picked up, bringing with it the fragrance of the harvest and a chorus of frogsong, and in this moment, sitting next to him, Mo Ran suddenly thought—absurdly, ridiculously—that it wouldn’t be bad to spend the rest of their lives like this.

Mo Ran shuddered. It was strange: facing these two pawns he had created himself, what he felt most intensely was not elation at his success, but a naked fear.

He seemed to have turned really stupid, like he’d suddenly become an idiot: all he could think to do was maintain a proper distance between his shizun and himself, to place his shizun on an altar while he prostrated himself on the ground.

“Mo Ran.” “Hm?” Chu Wanning held him, caressing his hair as if still in a dream, and sighed softly once more. “Did you know the most wonderful dreams are rarely ever true?”

Both his softest and most vicious desires were destined to be aroused by Chu Wanning. Love, oh love—wasn’t it just like this? Unyielding and hot was the fierce blade that pierced one’s burning chest; gentle and warm the tenderness that embraced one like spring water.

He looked no different from the youth he took as a student all those years ago, who would raise his umbrella to save earthworms. The parasitic flower had withered, and the nightmare would never come again.

“Shizun…” “Hm?” “This pile of clothes…” Had probably been sitting there for three months.

He had surely misheard. He was so ugly, so harsh, so clumsy with his words, so uninteresting. He was a total fool without a single redeeming quality. Who would like him? “I like you.”

Outside, the snow was falling harder and harder, and the night was getting darker. They slept in each other’s arms, both of them thinking. So, this is the rest of my life.

Those are the souls that have gone through two ups and downs together with him. They are the wounded and fragmented lover who wants to protect him. He will always love him deeply, illuminate him, love him and spoil him.

How many times had he closed his eyes only to hear these words sighed by his ear, though the speaker was long gone from the world.

“There’s no need to hide it anymore.” But before that dropped dignity could be picked up, it was shattered into pieces by Mo Ran’s hand, extending out to caress his hair. Chu Wanning was both furious and very dismayed over this. “I know everything now.”

A lifetime. I have given all I have, and I will give all I have.—— Love you.

He knew full well that he’d done many evil deeds, and he dreaded the inevitable reckoning of fate to come. He only wanted to grasp whatever sorry amount of joy he could and flee with it, leaving fate and its reckoning far, far behind.

But he thought he had at least a warm home, a pair of parents who loved him and spoiled him. They sheltered him from the rain for more than 20 years. They loved him, respected him and protected him every moment of every day. They spent so many unforgettable birthdays with him.

On one hand, he considered himself unworthy. He thought he should stay far away from Chu Wanning. How brazen he was, to dare smile at Chu Wanning, try to treat Chu Wanning well. Utterly shameless! Yet on the other, there was a constant yearning in him.

Yes. After writing that one word, the old dragon paused for a moment before continuing: I do not know what you could have possibly endured. How deep must an obsession run, for another person to be enmeshed so inextricably in one’s own soul?