( she’d been expecting a gruff, watch where you’re going, or even a shock back in return — yancai isn’t an unfriendly place, but the market is busy and she ought to have been watching where she was going. the fact that she receives neither gives her pause, eyes flicking from the coiled rope in the man’s hands to his face. she knows him, sort of. a rope seller in the village, the one that the older women whisper about.
the busybody is still approaching, and she tosses a worried glance over her shoulder — no time to worry about where he’s going. )
Show me. ( she snaps, following him without question. it’s not as if she’s truly at risk. she knows yancai like the back of her hand. and there’s just … something about the rope seller. something that makes her feel like he’ll help, in addition to just being kind to her. ) I can’t stand another casserole.
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the busybody is still approaching, and she tosses a worried glance over her shoulder — no time to worry about where he’s going. )
Show me. ( she snaps, following him without question. it’s not as if she’s truly at risk. she knows yancai like the back of her hand. and there’s just … something about the rope seller. something that makes her feel like he’ll help, in addition to just being kind to her. ) I can’t stand another casserole.