[ She... speaks to herself, unasked, oblivious to her surroundings. Perhaps immune to their comfort, if not outright indifferent.
...or simply uncaring, in the way of brittle mad things, so often secluded from natural company that they forget the faint tenets of formal etiquette. He does not stay her from her habits — only nods, less disciplinary than indulgent.
What difference do they make to each other, two ships passing by without collision? No fire buns. ]
Speak to them. Ask. [ Know them, their manners, their habits — in ways Lan Wangji, lacking a merchant's grace, cannot. ] They will be sweeter to you.
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...or simply uncaring, in the way of brittle mad things, so often secluded from natural company that they forget the faint tenets of formal etiquette. He does not stay her from her habits — only nods, less disciplinary than indulgent.
What difference do they make to each other, two ships passing by without collision? No fire buns. ]
Speak to them. Ask. [ Know them, their manners, their habits — in ways Lan Wangji, lacking a merchant's grace, cannot. ] They will be sweeter to you.