Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

Mo Ran was different. He was a scoundrel. What others never dared to do, he’d gone and done it all.

, Mo Ran. Think about it. Let go of your vicious hatred and look back properly. He once trained you in cultivation and martial arts, trained you in the art of selfdefense. He once taught you how to read and write, taught you poetry and painting. He once learned how to cook just for you, even though he was so clumsy and got cuts all over his hands. He once... He once waited every day for you to come home, all alone by himself, from nightfall...till the break of dawn...

How interesting. Consider: this exquisite rope art, this skilled technique, this familiar scene... Wasn’t this his own fucking handiwork?!