[ In Mingjue's mind, love is exactly what Meng Yao had had. Before Xue Yang had been captured and the two had met.

He still has it. Just, uncertain. Unsteady. Fragile, just as Meng Yao's pride. But they're working on it. ]

That led to my death.

[ He'll say it, since Meng Yao can't. His voice is even perfectly steady, as is his gaze. ]

I will not allow you to harm others. Nor will I allow harm come needlessly to you. [ Because fair is fair. ]

You are to come to me if you feel unsteady. Or Xichen or Huaisang if you cannot find me.