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“Bir insanın kalbi inatçı taş ve soğuk çelik değildi - sekiz yıllık bu sessiz dayanıklılık bir karınca yuvası gibi çöktü. Mo Xi artık dayanamadı. Pelerinindeki görünmezlik büyüsünü çözdü, kaşları ördü, bir topun içine kıvrılmış olan Gu Mang tarafından diz çöktü. Boğuk bir şekilde konuştu: "Gu Mang, bana bak, hala buradayım." Hala buradayım. Ama belki de Gu Mang'ın kalbi çok kırılmıştı ya da zihni sınırlarına kadar gergindi ve çoktan çöktü. Mo Xi'nin sesine veya ani görünüşüne hiç tepki vermedi. Mo Xi o kadar acıtıyordu ki konuşamıyordu; elleri de titriyordu. Onları, askeri üniforma giyen ama dipsiz ihtişamdan sıyrılmış sevgilisini tutmak ve onu kollarına toplamak isteyerek büyüttü. Bu anda, sonuçları önemsemeyi bıraktı. O gerçekten..... Bu sekiz yıllık acı ve özlemde, Time Mirror'ın bu yukarı akış akışında, gerçekten delirmişti. "Gu Mang....... Gu Mang......" Mo Xi yumuşak bir şekilde, anlaşılmaz bir şekilde boğuk, "Şimdi sorun değil, seninle kalacağım...” dedi. “Seninle kalacağım..."
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“I thought, I was a…companion. Your companion,” replied Gu Mang.
Mo Xi didn’t speak. After a moment, he reached out and hooked a finger around the slave collar on Gu Mang’s neck. His fingertip slowly traced its way downward until it flicked the metal tag on its pitch-black iron ring. Eyes downcast, Mo Xi said, “You thought I would be companions with someone wearing this? You are a traitor. I am your mortal enemy,” he murmured. “This will not change. Gu Mang, we can never go back”
“Still utterly unsatisfied, with his emotions in turmoil, Mo Xi demanded Gu Mang write, “In life I’ll return to you, in death I will yearn for you,”11 and “This longing will only end when we see each other again.”12 Even when it was clear Gu Mang couldn’t possibly know how to write any of these words, Mo Xi refused to let him go. Instead, he pinned him to the chair and forbade him from moving.”
Hating me, it hurts you?
“What’s hate?” Gu Mang asked, lost.
“Look into my eyes. I hate that I can’t drink your blood, tear off your skin, and torture you to the brink with my own hands, make you suffer until you beg for death.” Mo Xi stared at him coldly as he enunciated each word. “That’s hate.”
Gu Mang stared hard into his eyes. They were very close, their eyes fixed on one another’s, their breaths mingling. Mo Xi found it inappropriate and was about to push him away, when he heard Gu Mang say, “But…you look like you’re in pain…like it really hurts.
“Hating me, it hurts you?”
“It wasn’t as if Mo Xi had never tried to dissuade Gu Mang. He’d told Gu Mang that he was being too generous, and that Mo Xi’s future was uncertain; this grace might not be something he could repay. But army ruffian Gu-shixiong only laughed, his long lashes frosted over in the cold night. “Who said anything about repayment? You’re in my squadron and you’re my brother, so I need to protect you.”
“But I…”
“Enough with the buts. If it really bothers you, make note of everything you owe me in a scroll, and return it all with interest once you’ve made your mark.” Gu Mang ruffled Mo Xi’s hair with a smile. “Aiyo, my precious princess is such a finicky little fool.”
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