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🎵: I had loved you. Even though I had loved you.
Shen Qingqiu had Yue Qingyuan pinned down to the ground as he fell into a rage. All the anger that had been building up until right at this moment all released into a flurry of emotions.
"XIAO-JIU—!"
He then raised his sword up high and almost immediately went down and was met with the chest of the Cang Qiong Mountain's Sect Leader then blood spilled out.
🎵: I'll treat you like this, like the traitor you are.
Shen Qingqiu proceeds to stab Yue Qingyuan's chest several times as the feelings of betrayal and longing was mixed together with anger. Yue Qingyuan, barely conscious, let this all happen. He didn't want to hurt his Xiao-Jiu and he feels as if he deserved this. He left him all alone with the promise of returning to him, a promise he swore to keep but didn't.
🎵: Return my feelings. I had loved you, even though I had loved you, this whole time.
the rage then subsides which made him then feel the blood that had he had spilt. Shen Jiu looks at his hands in horror, Yue Qingyuan's blood sticking to his skin and splattered on the floor as the realization of what he had done is dawning upon him. Shen Jiu then switches his focus from the blood all around him to Yue Qingyuan, Xiu Ya still pierced through his chest and blood still oozing out. Shen Jiu's panic filled eyes looked up at Yue Qingyuan and saw the calm smile that had always adorned his face plastered into his dying face, a hint of pain but that smile still remained.
panicked, he uttered "Q-Qi-ge..." what was this, Shen Qingqiu, peak lord of Qing Jing peak himself stuttered? 'How funny' Yue Qingyuan thought as he cupped his Xiao Jiu's cheek "Again, I'm sorry. Xiao Jiu."
"I hope one day... you'll be able to forgive me."
Yue Qingyue whispered weakly as he used the last bits of his strength to feel and comfort his Xiao-Jiu before that very hand soon fell to the side and with his final breath he whispered.
"live a long life, xiao-jiu"
And that was when the entirety of Cang Qiong Mountain had seen the stone cold Peak Lord of Qing Jing finally she'd tears.