Xue Meng: "You... You... How could... How could you..."

Xue Meng is kneeling on the cold floor, staring up at the throne where his cousin, Mo Ran, sits, smirking.

Xue Meng: "You... You burnt down the sect... What am I meant to do now?!"

Tears stream down Xue Meng's face, as he hears Mo Ran step closer to him. He can't fathom how the loving cousin he remembers from his childhood turned into such a tyrant. He's snapped out of his thoughts when he feels Mo Ran grab his chin and force him to look up.

Mo Ran: "Oh, my dear Mengmeng, You don't have to worry about that anymore. After all, I'm here, and I will never let anyone touch you again..."

Xue Meng just stares up at him with wide, terrified eyes, as Mo Ran pulls him close...

Xue Meng: "I- I- I... They said you... you..."

Mo Ran: "Oh, Mengmeng... Is your head playing tricks on you again? Are you sure you're safe to be out like this? What if you have another fit?"

Xue Meng: "I-I don't- I-I d-don't feel... feel... good... ... gege..."