[ Ordinarily, Ming Yi himself wouldn't deign to do this - for the Wind Master or otherwise - but there's no-one else here who would save the Wind Master's sorry state. No servants, no elder brother. No friends. As Shi Qingxuan's hair falls into loose curls, the humidity has them fray in his hands and halo around the Wind Master's head.
Lost in the monotony, it's only the sound of Shi Qingxuan's words that draw his eyes up again, to the mirror where the two of them are a pair of pale shadows and the new words that bisect their hazy reflections.
More unwanted truths.
The temperature in the room drops a degree cooler as Ming Yi's fingertips press into his companion's jaw.
With the Wind Master's own unconscious utterance, the meaning only becomes more clear: Those words aren't for Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan doesn't know of any other family that could be disgusted with either of them.
The Earth Master Yi doesn't have any family.
Ming Yi's fingers retreat from the Wind Master's face, now combing the loose curls at his temples back and gathering them up.
They were only curses etched in water vapor. They had no power. ]
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Lost in the monotony, it's only the sound of Shi Qingxuan's words that draw his eyes up again, to the mirror where the two of them are a pair of pale shadows and the new words that bisect their hazy reflections.
More unwanted truths.
The temperature in the room drops a degree cooler as Ming Yi's fingertips press into his companion's jaw.
With the Wind Master's own unconscious utterance, the meaning only becomes more clear: Those words aren't for Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan doesn't know of any other family that could be disgusted with either of them.
The Earth Master Yi doesn't have any family.
Ming Yi's fingers retreat from the Wind Master's face, now combing the loose curls at his temples back and gathering them up.
They were only curses etched in water vapor. They had no power. ]
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