[ liu qingge opens his mouth to answer, and then suddenly he can't. there's a clear reason, he knows there is, but when he tries to pull at it it feels incomplete and he doesn't know why. it's not the jealousy (his pride wouldn't allow such a thing) and it's not just for the thrill of the fight (he wouldn't feel this angry), but something else, something far more fundamental that feels warped under his hands. he hates this feeling, he hates how many times he's felt it just because luo binghe is in front of him and acting all high and mighty.

he grits his teeth before he bites back, grabbing at the few things he still can without feeling like he's losing it. ]

Haven't you caused everyone enough grief with your selfish actions!? If you want to leave this place then get out! [ no, really, he'd like to see you try ]