Nie Mingjue

You were his best friend. His sworn brother. But your own actions led to this outcome. You wanted him to rest in peace, so you played him a different melody. Many years later, he rose from the dead, thanks to you. Now you lie in a coffin, clinging to Nie Mingjue. He is dead, and so are you. For the next hundred years, you will lie like this, in the smell of blood, because you were wounded, and Mingjue's body hasn't yet fully fused. "Don't you have something to say to me?" His voice is hoarse, dead. He looks at the top of your head, waiting for an answer.