Huaisang shakes his head and he snaps the fan shut and just grips it between his fingers, his thumb rubbing over the design. "I wish it hadn't be him. I wish I was wrong about it," Huaisang says and it's stupid. It's very stupid but he's still young, still newly grieving, newly angry and betrayed and desperately wishing that he was wrong about everything... that there was no way...

He knew better that there is no chance he is wrong but it still hurt, he had loved Jin Guangyao, he still did as terrible as it is.

Huaisang forces a smile then. "But wishes mean nothing."