[Since the winding shape of the past had begun making itself known through the murky depths of archived history, Nihuang's expression had become increasingly blank, her shoulders more stiff. The hospitality of the city feels like a distant thing although nothing has actually changed; its strange, fast-paced liveliness has lost some of its dazzle. She doesn't want to leave her noble aunt to wander even such a peaceful place alone, but neither can she stand to seek more answers just yet.
And so she hasn't voiced the question Firo opens with so casually. She sets aside her homework and drifts closer to hear her aunt's answer, maybe for similar reasons.]
sorry xinyao
And so she hasn't voiced the question Firo opens with so casually. She sets aside her homework and drifts closer to hear her aunt's answer, maybe for similar reasons.]