The dishes were all served. Xiao unconsciously folded the hem of his robe, hesitating for a long time without daring to reach for the chopsticks. There was something about him so endearing it made one's heart ache.
As a Yaksha, Xiao was born for slaughter, his fate bound to the karmic debt that consumed him, leading inevitably to ruin. As the last of his kind, he had to bear these tragic memories all alone, which had forged his solitary nature. If she hadn't happened to descend into this world, the karmic debt within Xiao might have erupted sooner or later, driving him to end his own life before losing control, or even forcing Morax to escort his own attendant away with his own hands.
To be honest, it was deeply unfair. As the saying goes, good people meet with good rewards, and someone like Xiao, who had protected Liyue for thousands of years, deserved no such ending.
Chapter 124