( And as far as Wen Kexing knew, such things weren't exactly possible. But still, he can't quite pull his gaze away from where the stone is slowly shifting, taking on a beloved nose, the shape of a longed for mouth, closing his eyes shut for a second before he can watch the stone try those, too. It's making him irrationally, frustratingly angry, but his voice remains calm, even, as he half turns away from the likeness. )
It's a very poor imitation. ( Nothing could truly capture Zhou Zishu's loveliness anyway, at least, that is what Wen Kexing will tell himself. If he doesn't look back, maybe he can pretend. ) I knew this place had tricks though, I shouldn't be too surprised.
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( And as far as Wen Kexing knew, such things weren't exactly possible. But still, he can't quite pull his gaze away from where the stone is slowly shifting, taking on a beloved nose, the shape of a longed for mouth, closing his eyes shut for a second before he can watch the stone try those, too. It's making him irrationally, frustratingly angry, but his voice remains calm, even, as he half turns away from the likeness. )
It's a very poor imitation. ( Nothing could truly capture Zhou Zishu's loveliness anyway, at least, that is what Wen Kexing will tell himself. If he doesn't look back, maybe he can pretend. ) I knew this place had tricks though, I shouldn't be too surprised.