No CP, ship whoever you like.
I am innocent and naive. I am cold and merciless.
I quietly watch the drama unfold, watching him go from innocent and naive to the scheming Little Buddha Lord; watching Zhang Qiling go from a young master doted on by his mother to a godlike figure, cold and detached; watching him become head of the family at eight and shoulder the weight of the world, only to be crushed beneath it all in the end, his laughter tinged with sorrow. I watch Hei Xiazi of the Qi family, born into nobility and once cherished by his mother, become a man who can only laugh bitterly. I watch him, who once passed through a sea of flowers without a petal clinging to him, become trapped by love in Banna, unable to hold on to that final wisp of cloud. I watch Pan Zi, who always said he was hard to kill, die in the Zhang family’s ancient tomb.
Wu An: It’s all right. I’m afraid I’ll have to break my promise.
Wu Xie: An’an, don’t leave your brother all alone.
Xie Yuchen: An’an, hold on for a few more days. I’ll find you the best doctor in the city.
Wang Pangzi and Hei Xiazi: You’ll be all right.
Wu Xie: Xiaoge, An’an, let me pass a message to you. I’m sorry. I broke my promise.
Zhang Qiling: ...
