Well Dressed Lies
"Yes. It's your unique mana that allowed me to separate his soul core from the rest of the fragments. It will be much safer for everyone involved if you went in with them."
Xu Qing came closer to Ma Jing and gently brushed her fingers across her cheek.
"You are the canvas his world is painted on, it must be this way."
Ma Jiang wanted to push her away but there was something so familiar about her. As if she was meeting an old acquaintance once again.
Seeing the mix of confusion and hesitation in her eyes Xu Qing couldn't help but chuckle.
"You are so much like your mother. She will have been proud to see you now."
Hearing the sentence being spoken in past tense Ma Jiang's eyes instantly began to water.