[Underneath the mirth, the anger and the pain, Xue Yang is empty, almost dead. Without his emotions fueling him - without his need for revenge - there isn't much left of him. His hand reflects that brokenness and Xue Yang feels like he is in a dream when the healing energy pours into his skin.
Why would Xiao Xingchen bother helping him?]
What do you want? [His voice is tight and he can't hide his fear.] If you just want me to behave, lock me up. Don't play games with me.
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Why would Xiao Xingchen bother helping him?]
What do you want? [His voice is tight and he can't hide his fear.] If you just want me to behave, lock me up. Don't play games with me.