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His eyes don’t rise from his own stained hands as he meticulously cleans them, entirely destroying the remnants of that ruined painting with a controlled burst of qi.
“It was mediocre,” he says simply. “As are your manners. Have you entirely forgotten how to announce »
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at his own inability to predict him. “I must thank Liu-shidi’s endless kindness,” he sneers, voice deceitfully serene, “but you needn’t make such tremendous sacrifice.”
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Disdain is plain to see in the haughty tilt of his chin, elegant features marred by a poorly disguised wariness at the sudden act of politeness.
“So?” The tip of his fan taps lightly against his crossed thighs, his own subtle sign of irritation, both at Liu Qingge and »
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somewhere in this awkward little bubble of involuntary proximity , under all the obtuse burdens of sharing a name , hid a small , stupid , untouched sense of 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳