[Our blood pact has long since bound our fates tightly together.] Xie Jieyu sat on the bed woven with black and gold, cupped Yang Jian's chin, and forced him to look at him. [Neither of us can escape the other.]
[Have you ever regretted it?] Yang Jian remained as calm and indifferent as ever.
[Regretted it? I regret letting them deceive me into thinking you killed my father. I regret being careless for a moment and almost losing you. There is so much I regret, but...] Jieyu lowered his chin and let his hand slide to his fair neck, tender but still commanding. [The one thing I have never regretted is binding myself to you in this life, relying on each other in the darkness of fate.] He pulled him close by his lean waist. [I have never regretted loving you, loving you in the dark. Like two people drifting across a dark, storm-tossed sea in a lone, battered canoe, we have been adrift all along.]
[We are simply two wanderers.] Yang Jian put his arms around Jieyu's shoulders. [Two wanderers who met and depend on each other in the darkness.]
[So we cast the ropes of fate to each other, unwilling and afraid to let the other disappear.]
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