...it is a good and wondrous and most appropriate thing for a young man, well past Lan Wangji's own maturity when he first entertained such notions, to think nothing of kissing. What can do for him, to him? Nothing, to no advantage. Withdraw yourself, young turnip, from every petty or sprawling consideration of erotic thought.
Ponder, much better, the enlightenment of toads — one yowling grotesquely far on, as if it spills out the tragedy of its lone existence to the heavens. Lan Wangji shudders, then — politely, as if doing them both a kindness — silences it.
By the time of Lan Sizhui's return, an entire parade of long-suffering toads has gathered on stretches of lotus, gazing petulantly at Lan Wangji as if he has personally and irrevocably wounded one and all. Mute, but riotous.
He sighs, but acknowledges Sizhui with a nod, waves him close. There, young disciple. The enemy.
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...it is a good and wondrous and most appropriate thing for a young man, well past Lan Wangji's own maturity when he first entertained such notions, to think nothing of kissing. What can do for him, to him? Nothing, to no advantage. Withdraw yourself, young turnip, from every petty or sprawling consideration of erotic thought.
Ponder, much better, the enlightenment of toads — one yowling grotesquely far on, as if it spills out the tragedy of its lone existence to the heavens. Lan Wangji shudders, then — politely, as if doing them both a kindness — silences it.
By the time of Lan Sizhui's return, an entire parade of long-suffering toads has gathered on stretches of lotus, gazing petulantly at Lan Wangji as if he has personally and irrevocably wounded one and all. Mute, but riotous.
He sighs, but acknowledges Sizhui with a nod, waves him close. There, young disciple. The enemy.
"They come as legion."