[ The black bird watches her closely, silent... In the end, Jiuqing’s answer is still love.
The scene ends and all goes black. Those memories, that suffering, it gets sealed away. She won’t remember that struggle (for) now.
A new scene commences—it is the game room and before her is a tea set, cups for two in the process of being poured, and a jenga set on the side. The tea is herbal, the atmosphere peaceful, and this is a fine night if it were anywhere else than here. When she lifts her gaze, she will see a familiar face greet her with a soft but somber smile. He doesn't say a word just yet, instead taking in the wafting pleasant aroma with a deep inhale.
Properly, tea must be appreciated by its aroma first. Even in moments like these, Chang Geng holds an air of grace... As if immovable by the currents of the Prism.
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The scene ends and all goes black. Those memories, that suffering, it gets sealed away. She won’t remember that struggle (for) now.
A new scene commences—it is the game room and before her is a tea set, cups for two in the process of being poured, and a jenga set on the side. The tea is herbal, the atmosphere peaceful, and this is a fine night if it were anywhere else than here. When she lifts her gaze, she will see a familiar face greet her with a soft but somber smile. He doesn't say a word just yet, instead taking in the wafting pleasant aroma with a deep inhale.
Properly, tea must be appreciated by its aroma first. Even in moments like these, Chang Geng holds an air of grace... As if immovable by the currents of the Prism.
Still.
It is that day. That night. ]