"Xia, it would be great if you were Mordor."
"Xia, it would be better if you were Mordor."
Thousands of years have passed, and I will never forget this sentence.
I stood at Yading, looking down at the world dyed red with blood. Facing the cold wind, I stood like this with tears streaming down my face. Xian beside me wiped away my tears, just like I wiped away Ling's tears here before.
I won't stop her because she is my woman.
But she knows that I don't love her.
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