He watches the trajectory of her fingertip as it makes its mark against the fabric of his shirt. Rather than searching with the palms of her hands for an alleged cheat sheet, the motion is purposeful and certain. It speaks for itself, imbued with a surety that conveys Yingying's heart in the absence of words. Instead of anxiety, Yi Sang's chest prickles in a pleasantly odd way as he raises his chin to meet her gaze.
Has he not looked at her enough, he wonders in a sudden fit of worry, only for the thought to occur that it must be a request once she steers them away from the mirror. Casting her one last look, he matches pace to make their way out of the gift shop, still grasping her by the shoulder.]
As you wish.
[Outside, they walk the long strip of road to a roundabout, where they're met by their first set of crossroads.]
Four types of lands lie before us. Which shall we venture into first?
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He watches the trajectory of her fingertip as it makes its mark against the fabric of his shirt. Rather than searching with the palms of her hands for an alleged cheat sheet, the motion is purposeful and certain. It speaks for itself, imbued with a surety that conveys Yingying's heart in the absence of words. Instead of anxiety, Yi Sang's chest prickles in a pleasantly odd way as he raises his chin to meet her gaze.
Has he not looked at her enough, he wonders in a sudden fit of worry, only for the thought to occur that it must be a request once she steers them away from the mirror. Casting her one last look, he matches pace to make their way out of the gift shop, still grasping her by the shoulder.]
As you wish.
[Outside, they walk the long strip of road to a roundabout, where they're met by their first set of crossroads.]
Four types of lands lie before us. Which shall we venture into first?