As the sun rose, Bai Xue who had been worried over Wang Ling's state of mind fell to silence. Her usual rowdy-self became shut for an entire night. In an entire night filled with an eerie silence, Bai Xue sat beside Wang Ling without uttering a word.
With Bai Xue by his side, Wang Ling also kept his silence. He did not utter a word and just embrace the melancholy surfacing from deep within. He need not say the whole story to Bai Xue because she did not need to know what truly happened.
But as the sun rose and the darkness was felled by the light of the sun, Wang Ling stood up gracefully and extended his hands towards Bai Xue who had been silent. Bai Xue was hesitant, but Wang Ling merely smiled as he said, "It is fine, my matters will be resolved in time. But if I am to fall into the abyss that is hatred and rage, please be there and pull me back up." His words carried more weight than his swords.
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