[ Very quickly, an adventurous parade of feelings crosses Jin Ling’s face: disappointment, grief, shock, anger.
He grips his sword fiercely, looking at Jiang Cheng with nothing short of confused betrayal. ]
How— How dare you speak his name—-
[ The anger is automatic, and learned. The confusion stems from the fact that usually his uncle would beat him to this in the first place. ]
I don’t want to meet him! How can you even — I don’t want to meet him!! I don’t care how young he is or what he remembers — if you know who I am then you— you must know what he is, too!!
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He grips his sword fiercely, looking at Jiang Cheng with nothing short of confused betrayal. ]
How— How dare you speak his name—-
[ The anger is automatic, and learned. The confusion stems from the fact that usually his uncle would beat him to this in the first place. ]
I don’t want to meet him! How can you even — I don’t want to meet him!! I don’t care how young he is or what he remembers — if you know who I am then you— you must know what he is, too!!