墨香铜臭

White-Clothed Calamity

Upon his face, two lines of tears were already streaming down from his eyes. 

A moment later, he said profoundly, “I swear to die following Your Highness.” 

Xie Lian, however, pulled back his hand, tucking his arms into his sleeves. He turned around and said cooly, “You’re already dead. Come.”

White No-Face only chuckled softly and said warmly, “Your Highness, you are a beautiful block of jade. Allow me to guide and educate you.”

The nameless ghost declared, as if swearing an oath, “I won’t.” 

The ghost was insistent, “Believe me, Your Highness.” 

“I don’t believe you,” Xie Lian said. He no longer believed anyone, and he no longer believed in himself either.

“I won’t forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer.”

He said quietly, “This war separated you from your beloved…I’m sorry. I didn’t win.” 

However, the nameless ghost declared, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honour.”

“If you remain forcibly, you won’t be able to rest in peace,” Xie Lian said. The nameless ghost didn’t seem to care. “I pray to never rest in peace.”

“I have a beloved who is still in this world.”

"To die for you in battle is my greatest honor."
"I am forever your most devoted believer."

Pain.