[Walking along, listening to his friend's descriptions--Xiao Xingchen's steps atop the fresh grasses even lighter than before. Even as he turns with his friend, every move feels like part of a graceful stride. He doesn't try to picture the flowers in his mind's eye, but instead chimes in here and there as his friend talks. If Xiao Xingchen didn't have such an ingrained sense of time, he could lose track of hours passing like this, unaware of them falling deeper into an endless labyrinth...
As his friend brings them to a stop and brings up this idea, Xiao Xingchen brings up his free hand to his lips as he laughs.]
Surely more fun for you, as you watch me pick the wrong direction.
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As his friend brings them to a stop and brings up this idea, Xiao Xingchen brings up his free hand to his lips as he laughs.]
Surely more fun for you, as you watch me pick the wrong direction.
[What a troublemaker his friend is.]
Then I choose... left.