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"While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night."

The water reflected the sun at his face from beneath, rendering him a translucent and fretful god.

He'd come to the Foxhole Court every inch a lie, but his friends made him into someone real.

"Stand with me, but don't fight for me. Let me learn to fight for myself."

It could mean the world to him, but it couldn't be everything. It couldn't fill in the broken pieces of him the way the Foxes did.

"I've never belonged anywhere or had the right to call anything my own. But Coach gave me keys to the court, and you told me to stay. You gave me a key and called it home."

I'm a dreamer; I have so little real life that I regard such moments as this one, now, to be so rare that I can't help repeating these moments in my dreams.

I was walking and singing, because when I am happy I am sure to hum something to myself, like every other happy man who has neither friends nor good acquaintances and who in a joyful moment has nobody with whom he can share his joy.

No, seriously, when they take her away tomorrow, what will become of me?

They'd been apart for seven weeks but Neil keenly remembered why he'd stayed. He remembered this unyielding, unquestioning weight that could hold him and all of his problems up without breaking a sweat. For the first time in months he could finally breathe again. It was such a relief it was frightening; Neil hadn't meant to lean on Andrew so much.

They were piecing Neil together and building a real person around all of his lies. They found the parts of him no disguise could change.

They say that people who are condemned to death sleep extremely soundly on their last night. As they should, it's only natural, otherwise they wouldn't have the strength to endure it.

Why, then, did I accept death? But I will ask: What need would I have of life after the revolver was raised against me by the being whom I adored?

Who in the world dared to harbor impure intentions toward martial grandmasters?
Yan Wushi dared.
But Bian Yanmei didn't expect his master to dare.

"I know you bear many grudges against me due to what happened in the past,"Yan Wushi went on, "but toward you, my heart has already changed completely. As the saying goes, given enough time, one can see someone's true feelings. Haven't you realized it as well?"
Shen Qiao calmed his breathing and said coldly, "I have never seen Sect Leader Yan's heart before. How should I know whether your heart's changed completely?"

Of course, quite a few lives were lost to this fight, but in the jianghu, your life was the least valuable thing you had.

"This is someone who belongs to my venerable self, and you think you can kill him as you please?"

"This venerable one's present weakness is you!"

Their relationship was like a snapped lotus root that, on closer inspection, remained still linked by dangling threads, heavy with words and feelings unvoiced.

He was unwilling to admit that he, who'd looked down upon everyone in the world, would one day find that a name had wormed its way into his heart.

"Chu Wanning, you can't even save yourself. How can you save others?"

But it was only human to cling to life.

"You certainly have faith in yourself."
"Jiang-zhangmen is mistaken; my faith isn't in myself. My faith is in her."

"Am I supposed to excuse your offensiveness because you say you meant none?" Jiang Xi rolled his eyes and shot Huang Xiaoyue a sidelong glare, unwilling to look at him straight on. "And am I supposed to tolerate your stupidity just because you're senile?"

He was a vengeful ghost in the mortal realm, a hellish spirit prowling the earth.

"My spiritual core was formed because of you, and my heart is yours too. If a day comes when I must die, they should both belong to you."

Chu Wanning's eyes remained closed, his brows drawn together as though he could dodge the blows dealt by Mo Ran's words if he didn't see them spoken.

In the end, they passed each other by.

This man who wished so fervently to forget his past was forever mired in the mud of memory.