Her eyes were so blurred by tears she couldn't see anything. She scrubbed at her face, which only smeared the tears and left her nose red.
Her nails scratched red marks onto her cheeks, but she didn't even notice.
Her mind was filled with images of him rushing through different worlds, his face exhausted yet never yielding.
Ling Zhiwei's heart ached watching her. He grabbed her hand, stopping her from rubbing her face.
"Don't torture yourself like this. I'm really not tired at all. This was just a trial we had to overcome. On the path of cultivation, who ever reaches the top smoothly and without struggle?"
"But... but isn't a love tribulation something two people are supposed to face together? I didn't do anything. You were the one holding everything up."
Her voice fell, her fingertips curling as her nails dug into her palm.
Guilt washed over her like a tide, nearly drowning her.
Shanshan lowered her head, feeling that she had wronged him terribly.
