[ Mo Ran pulls out a handkerchief from his sleeve, something he carries around to wipe the soot from his arms and legs when his binds fade. It's clean tonight since he hasn't actually slept and been visited by that ghost.
He offers it up to Xie Lian with a hangdog look. ]
Sorry, daozhang. It was in bad taste. [ He waits for a moment, considering Xie Lian. ] Sometimes, it can help to talk about those ghosts.
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He offers it up to Xie Lian with a hangdog look. ]
Sorry, daozhang. It was in bad taste. [ He waits for a moment, considering Xie Lian. ] Sometimes, it can help to talk about those ghosts.