Please; I'm Not Heartless
In response, Wei Guang tilted his head again, raising his eyebrows in innocence. "Oh? Am I not your 'Instructor Wei' any longer? What a shame!" His voice dripped with amusement. "I quite enjoyed holding that title for so long. And your idolization was quite amusing. But in the end, it's your choice—your choice, and yours." His gaze danced between Abrial and Shao Cheng, filled with ice. "The Emperor must seek a painful death, and Abrial must kill him painfully. Otherwise, both of your lovers will die slowly. The choice is yours." His eyes flashed, lips smiling all of a sudden. With a shiver of horror, Abrial realized that the look on his face was that one he'd worn in front of her for ten years: gentle, kind, and warm. Only, now she saw what it really was. Out of the guise of a good teacher, Wei Guang was a smiling snake.
Now, when she looked at that face, instead of reverence and joy, she only felt disgust.