"What wound?" Are you so old and your memory so bad that you forgot that you were just--
[Jin Ling is about to start gesticulating, because how someone can forget being stabbed (yet he'll remember something that happened years ago, like saying he wanted to go with Jin Guangyao to this or that thing) must be a skill that only old people have.
At least he's definitely not crying anymore. He's straight back to confused beyond belief.]
Whatever.
[Holding the cloth, he dries his face in the most petulant, stubborn manner that be can (because he would have snatched it if it wasn't for it already being in his hands) before crossing his arms.]
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[Jin Ling is about to start gesticulating, because how someone can forget being stabbed (yet he'll remember something that happened years ago, like saying he wanted to go with Jin Guangyao to this or that thing) must be a skill that only old people have.
At least he's definitely not crying anymore. He's straight back to confused beyond belief.]
Whatever.
[Holding the cloth, he dries his face in the most petulant, stubborn manner that be can (because he would have snatched it if it wasn't for it already being in his hands) before crossing his arms.]
This place is too weird.