"It's alright, it's alright…I understand." Se Lang did not want to have too much physical contact with Jia Ying ever since she took the initiative to kiss him. He did not forget about it at all and it had been bothering him every time he saw Shi Hui.
Nevertheless, Se Lang knew how it felt, being punished and tortured by your own insecurities. He lent his shoulders to Jia Ying. Just this once, to cry out her fears and to give her something to hold on to. To embrace her as an appreciation, a reassurance that she was not alone in this fight.
Se Lang was also thankful that Jin's dungeon instance was not as torturous as he thought it would be. If not for a sudden blinking ball of light that occasionally floated around in the Hall of Mirrors, Se Lang too would have gone crazy within the mirrors despite the trail markers he had made with his own blood.
