[ Xichen breathes out, softly. Jin Rusong... He remembers the way Jin Guangyao held his son. If asked then, he would not have hesitated to say that he adored the boy.
How blind he was. ]
What is between Sect Leader Jiang and young master Wei is... complicated. It has roots deeper than even Meng Yao could touch, though he aggravated it.
Once the truth is known, an animosity of sixteen years will not evaporate. So your words were not founded on a lie. But...
It is not impossible to hate and love somebody at the same time. A brother. Even oneself.
As to Meng Yao... I think what you and I understand as love may be different from what he does. He ... you are not wrong.
But what he wanted then and what he wants now are different things. For more, it will take time.
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How blind he was. ]
What is between Sect Leader Jiang and young master Wei is... complicated. It has roots deeper than even Meng Yao could touch, though he aggravated it.
Once the truth is known, an animosity of sixteen years will not evaporate. So your words were not founded on a lie. But...
It is not impossible to hate and love somebody at the same time. A brother. Even oneself.
As to Meng Yao... I think what you and I understand as love may be different from what he does. He ... you are not wrong.
But what he wanted then and what he wants now are different things. For more, it will take time.