[ Zhou Zishu is quiet for a long moment, pressed close as if he can tuck Wen Kexing up into his chest to protect him.
He's not someone given to flights of fancy, never was even as a child. He can parrot philosophy and spirituality, but it doesn't come easily to him if it all. But what has Wen Kexing ever done but made him want to try to be better? ]
This...place. It's not real. Not the valley, not the mountain. [ He sounds almost uncharacteristically hesitant, but Zhou Zishu makes himself push forward anyway. ] It can be whatever you want it to be.
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He's not someone given to flights of fancy, never was even as a child. He can parrot philosophy and spirituality, but it doesn't come easily to him if it all. But what has Wen Kexing ever done but made him want to try to be better? ]
This...place. It's not real. Not the valley, not the mountain. [ He sounds almost uncharacteristically hesitant, but Zhou Zishu makes himself push forward anyway. ] It can be whatever you want it to be.