Faraway Wanderers

Ah-Xu’s mouth was unkind, but his heart was unbearably soft.

“Live… why wouldn’t I want to live? Why couldn’t I live?! All those shameless, vile people of the world get to live, so why… why can’t I…? I have to…”

“Why did you come here?”
Zhou Zishu shot him a glance out of the corner of his eye, smiling coldly. “I came to collect your corpse, you loon.”

Ah-Xiang. What an aggravating little girl… for more than ten years, he had lived in darkness, no daylight. The sole living thing that had accompanied him was now gone

In the Valley, no living thing apart from Gu Xiang was allowed to come within three chi of him without permission.
He was temperamental, unreadable, and of ever-mysterious whereabouts.

“I don’t think you’re anything at all.”

‘Those with Souls, Do Not Pass’,

“At this time...say, should I boil the intruder alive, or braise them with sauce?”

Then he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Zhou Zishu’s, casting his heart, affected beyond measure, to the bottommost depths of his decision beyond return, abandoning all further reservations.

"Don't die, will you. If you die, and I live on by myself, won't I be very lonely?"