“A person's heart was not stubborn stone and cold steel—this silent endurance of eight years collapsed like an anthill. Mo Xi couldn't bear it anymore. He undid the invisibility spell on his cloak, his brows knit, kneeling down by the Gu Mang who had curled into a ball. Hoarsely, he spoke: "Gu Mang, look at me, I'm still here." I'm still here. But, perhaps Gu Mang was too heartbroken, or his mind had been strained to its limits, and already collapsed. He didn't react at all to Mo Xi's voice or his sudden appearance. Mo Xi was hurting so much, he couldn't speak; his hands were shaking, too. He raised them, wanting to hold his beloved who wore a military uniform but was stripped of fathomless glory, and gather him into his arms. In this moment, he stopped caring for the consequences. He really..... In this eight years of pain and longing, in this upstream flow of the Time Mirror, he really had been driven insane. "Gu Mang.......Gu Mang......" Mo Xi softly said, unintelligibly hoarse, "It's okay now, I'll stay with you...I'll stay with you...”
“Bunu kabul etmek canımı ne kadar sıksa da günün sonunda başka hiçbir seçeneğim yoktu. Sadece Aaron Blackford vardı. Seçenekler listemde sadece ve sadece o vardı. Onu sahte erkek arkadaşım olarak İspanya'ya götürmeyi düşündüğüm bir dünyada.”