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“Gu Mang opened his eyes and touched his neck without a word. Very quickly, he reached up again, this time turning his head and mumbling pensively, “Necklace…”
Mo Xi was leaning against the window, all long legs and narrow waist. When he heard Gu Mang say this, he stared blankly. “What?”
“Did you give me a necklace?” Gu Mang asked in astonishment.
Silence.”
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“To be marked as a slave meant being collared. In accordance with Chonghua’s laws, any operation involving a slave collar—whether fitting it or removing it—needed to be approved by the emperor and carried out by an artificer. That collar Murong Lian had covertly put on Gu Mang back then was an unauthorized one. Later, after Gu Mang had achieved great merit in battle, the late emperor had issued an edict to overturn his status as a slave. Naturally, the collar on his neck was removed as well. The old emperor had given Murong Lian a severe tongue-lashing over the matter.
That day, Mo Xi had been the one who accompanied Gu Mang to the artificing workshop to have the collar removed. He had been wholly delighted for his shige, thinking his shige was so good—he should be free all his life. That Mo Xi had never imagined there would come a day when he, as Gu Mang’s new master, would lock that symbol of degradation and ownership back around his own Gu-shige’s neck.”
“All gone. I don’t know anyone in the dining room. Too many people. I won’t go in,” Gu Mang said haltingly, his eyes cold and clear. “Can only come here.”
“Why can you come here?” Mo Xi asked after a moment.
“Because I know you. You gave me water.” Gu Mang paused. “You taught me ‘life worse than death.’ You also bought my—”
Gu Mang was interrupted by the crash of a wine cup smashing into the wall. Mo Xi’s eyes gleamed darkly. “Shut up.”
“Hong Shao floated in midair and muttered her final words. With vacant eyes, she said over and over, “Turn around… Dage… I want to say a proper goodbye…”
Turn around, please—I don’t expect to grow old with you; I don’t expect you to give me your hand again, to take me on your journeys or teach me the sword. I was just thinking that, all along, I’ve always been the one chasing you, the one looking at you from behind. When we say goodbye, could you be the one to watch me go up the tower, to finally take a good look at me?
I don’t want to die like this, Dage. I never got the chance to say goodbye.”
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