Michelle

“Don’t panic!” Mergen was the calm one now. “Hongjun’s strong. If he’s already on the chase, Lu Xu won’t get far. We just need to—” Li Jinglong was already charging into the rear courtyard. Without another word, he leapt astride his horse and left Mergen in the dust. “Wait up!” Mergen roared after him.”
― Fei Tian Ye Xiang, Legend of Exorcism: Tianbao Fuyao Lu (Novel) Vol. 3

“Qingyu?” “I’m here,” said Lin Qingyu. “I…” Lu Wancheng’s gaze was dark, sharp, and deep. But, despite all that, he was still seriously ill; his face was as pale as snow and his lips were stained scarlet with blood. “I want Xiao Cheng dead.” Warmth pulsed in Lin Qingyu’s chest. He gripped Lu Wancheng’s trembling wrist. “All right,” he said gently. “Do you need any help?”
― Bi Ka Bi, Thrice Married to a Salted Fish (Novel) Vol. 1

“My friend Patroclus, whom I loved, is dead. I loved him more than any other comrade. I loved him like my head, my life, myself. I lost him, killed him.”
― Homer, The Iliad

“Jia Yuze walked past Kong Xuan without so much as a glance in his direction, picked up the book, and set it down at Hongjun’s bedside.”
― Fei Tian Ye Xiang, Legend of Exorcism: Tianbao Fuyao Lu (Novel) Vol. 3