Heart. [ She says again, more gently this time, before she decides to give more context. ]
About every month, there is some sort of... incident or event, sometimes two times. These flowers are one of them. A few months ago, our "hearts"-- were opened up for others into which to venture. [ She pauses, glancing at him to make sure he's still following. ]
I had stepped into his heart, and... [ Her expression falls somewhat, her eyes downcast, as if she's recalling something unpleasant. But the moment passes like the breeze between them, brushing at the ends of her short, cropped hair. A moment later, the frown vanishes, and she seems to be more at peace than a moment ago, as if lost to something nostalgic.
The events back then in his heart had been harrowing to witness, but it did bring her closer to him, and she had gotten to see a little more of the man, to understand him better. And perhaps she had somehow helped him. She hopes. ] You were there, in some of his memories. [ Not of them all good, and it had been strange that stepping into Shen Qingqiu's heart involved her taking on the guise of Shen Qingqiu himself, following (and ignoring) some "System". She had seen the moment Luo Binghe had been cast into the Abyss, she had heard the System scream at her to simply let it be. And she, posing as Shen Qingqiu, had thrown herself in after Luo Binghe to hold him as they fell, even as the system penalized her, taking her arm aright off. And then afterward.... afterwards, she had witnessed Shen Qingqiu's sorrow and regret of it all.
She has come to understand that his disciple is someone he deeply cares about-- the main point in which he doesn't believe he deserves a better future. ]
You are someone... that he believes he has wronged. You are someone who is boundlessly precious to him.
[ Her hand lifts to her chest, her smile quiet, appreciating. It's difficult not to admire a man who would give so much to another. It's difficult not to...
Her fingers curl slightly, and she raises her eyes. ]
...I'm wasting your time, speaking to you. Go to him, [ She encourages softly, earnestly. ] He is here.
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About every month, there is some sort of... incident or event, sometimes two times. These flowers are one of them. A few months ago, our "hearts"-- were opened up for others into which to venture. [ She pauses, glancing at him to make sure he's still following. ]
I had stepped into his heart, and... [ Her expression falls somewhat, her eyes downcast, as if she's recalling something unpleasant. But the moment passes like the breeze between them, brushing at the ends of her short, cropped hair. A moment later, the frown vanishes, and she seems to be more at peace than a moment ago, as if lost to something nostalgic.
The events back then in his heart had been harrowing to witness, but it did bring her closer to him, and she had gotten to see a little more of the man, to understand him better. And perhaps she had somehow helped him. She hopes. ] You were there, in some of his memories. [ Not of them all good, and it had been strange that stepping into Shen Qingqiu's heart involved her taking on the guise of Shen Qingqiu himself, following (and ignoring) some "System". She had seen the moment Luo Binghe had been cast into the Abyss, she had heard the System scream at her to simply let it be. And she, posing as Shen Qingqiu, had thrown herself in after Luo Binghe to hold him as they fell, even as the system penalized her, taking her arm aright off. And then afterward.... afterwards, she had witnessed Shen Qingqiu's sorrow and regret of it all.
She has come to understand that his disciple is someone he deeply cares about-- the main point in which he doesn't believe he deserves a better future. ]
You are someone... that he believes he has wronged. You are someone who is boundlessly precious to him.
[ Her hand lifts to her chest, her smile quiet, appreciating. It's difficult not to admire a man who would give so much to another. It's difficult not to...
Her fingers curl slightly, and she raises her eyes. ]
...I'm wasting your time, speaking to you. Go to him, [ She encourages softly, earnestly. ] He is here.