Fang Huaiyuan had never liked Xie Pingsheng. He had always thought what he felt was hatred.
Xie Pingsheng had never done anything wrong. Fang Huaiyuan was simply narrow-minded: he hated him for his bright, open nature, his extraordinary talent, his true gentlemanly grace, his steadfast heart free of worldly concerns. He hated that Xie Pingsheng smiled at him, hated that he didn't smile at him, hated that he smiled at other people, hated that he traveled the world and made friends everywhere, hated that he had so many junior disciples.
In the end, he hated him so much that he took a sword for him.
Fang Huaiyuan closed his eyes and thought, I hate you so much, Xie Pingsheng...
[Tips]
1. Don't believe a word Fang Huaiyuan says.
2. Don't believe Fang Huaiyuan's version of Xie Pingsheng.
4. Mutual pining.
5. Wondering why there's no "3."? Because there's no room for a third wheel in Sect Leader Fang and his senior brother's world (not really).
Theme: Too proud to admit it, so he suffers for it
