The Clairvoyant sighed. “I’ve searched my heart and all of this – all the work I put into the Avenue and to humanity as a whole – all of it was to distract me from the guilt I felt. I am sorry, Xianni. I was wrong.”
“Alright!” Luo Xianni suddenly snapped. “It’s over! Enough. I will always see you as an older brother.”
The Clairvoyant was hopeful as he looked her way. You… you’re willing to forgive me?”
She shook her head. “I don’t forgive you. But I don’t hate you.”
The Clairvoyant pressed her. “It made Huan Xue leave, too. Only she knew where my heart was. Then she left. This whole thing has been a sour combination of errors. I liked you, she liked me, the Wine Master liked her. Love is the strangest to human emotions. It’s as wonderful as it is agonizing.”
