"They can, it's just, ah, there are— There are roots to get caught on in the water, sometimes invisible currents..." But Jiang Cheng is frowning as he speaks because he's starting to realize that it really is a little unusual that he's kept so busy in a village of people who definitely know how to swim.
"...at any rate, I can hardly ignore people asking for my help regardless of whether or not I find it foolish of them to have gotten into trouble to begin with. And it keeps me busy, so. There are worse things," he goes on, seeming satisfied with his own reasoning as it comes to him. He keeps leading the way, soon coming up to where he disrobed for the day. His clothes are largely undisturbed, but someone has left several freshly picked flowers on top of the pile.
Clearing his throat, Jiang Cheng carefully moves the flowers aside, shakes out his outer robe, and—perhaps letting the villagers' behavior get to his head—he drapes it over Xichen's shoulders in turn rather than offering it to the man to put on himself.
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"...at any rate, I can hardly ignore people asking for my help regardless of whether or not I find it foolish of them to have gotten into trouble to begin with. And it keeps me busy, so. There are worse things," he goes on, seeming satisfied with his own reasoning as it comes to him. He keeps leading the way, soon coming up to where he disrobed for the day. His clothes are largely undisturbed, but someone has left several freshly picked flowers on top of the pile.
Clearing his throat, Jiang Cheng carefully moves the flowers aside, shakes out his outer robe, and—perhaps letting the villagers' behavior get to his head—he drapes it over Xichen's shoulders in turn rather than offering it to the man to put on himself.