3
" No one in the world knows the real you; that you were good, that you were innocent.
They do not know that you were troubled by the rain to save little earthworms, that you were filled with smiles for blooming lotuses.
Everyone in the world resents you for being cold-blooded, but they don’t know that you once shyly scratched your head and said, 'I… I don’t have much ability. If I have some spare money in the future, I should build more houses and settle down with people who live in the same condition as I was before.'
Everyone hates you for killing and slaughtering, but they don’t know that you had told me before, 'Shizun, I want a holy weapon that is like Tianwen. It can distinguish between black and white, and can save lives.'
Everyone was cursing you, they want to punish you. I know the truth, but I can’t give you back your dignity. "
― , 二哈和他的白猫师尊
4
" In that moment, even if his chest were to be torn open, and his heart ripped out, veins, flesh, and all, it could not hurt as much as this.
He saw Chu Wanning’s hands—raw and bloody from crawling up more than three thousand steps carrying him when he was still alive, he saw those hands slowly feeling along the table. On that table sat flour, seasoning, and mincemeat filling. And next to the table was a pot heating up water. The water was already boiling, but Chu Wanning, the dummy, didn’t even know to lower the flames a little, and the thick covering of steam made everything look hazy and blurry…
(...)
Mo Ran wished he could cut open his own chest and give him his heart, just to hear his heartbeat again. He wished he could drain his own blood to fill his veins, just to see color on his face again. "
― , 二哈和他的白猫师尊
11
" The truth of the matter was, that whether a person did good or committed evil was rarely ever due to their inherent nature.
Each person was like a plot of farmland; some were lucky, their fields sprinkled with seeds of grains, bearing an abundant harvest come autumn, paddies wafting with the soft fragrance of rice and fields of wheat dancing in the wind like waves, and everything would be good and praise-worthy.
But some were not so lucky. Their fields were planted with the seeds of poppy flowers, and the spring breeze brought only the sin of intoxicated dissipation and euphoric decadence, filling the skies and covering the lands with that vile, bloody red and gold. The people abhorred it, cursed it, feared it, even as they indulged in its blissful stupor, rotted away in its filthy stench. "
― , 二哈和他的白猫师尊
12
" Mo Ran walked briskly through the rain, ran through the rain, fled through the rain, hid in the rain from the thirty-two nonsensical years of his past life.
He didn’t know if the torrential rain could wash away his sins; Chu Wanning had forgiven him, but he had not forgiven himself. His heart felt heavy, so heavy that he might suffocate from it.
He wanted to use the rest of his life to do good, to make amends. But could the downpour in the rest of his life truly wash away the evil in his bones, the filth in his blood? He wished only that this rain could fall for five years straight. He wished only that, when Chu Wanning awakened, he would be able to stand before his shizun a little cleaner, and then cleaner still. "
― 肉包不吃肉, , 二哈和他的白猫师尊
