[ nami's sister and nami's home, rendered in nami's hand—hua cheng can't think of anything more wonderful than that. nor more intimate, really, but he hopes that by this point they're close enough friends that she understands her vulnerability is safe with him.
again, that flicker of sadness in nami's gaze. he reaches across the table to take her hand, lacing their fingers together as he answers. ]
Books and literature were only for the upper classes, [ he explains. ] There was only a need for education for those who might go on to work in the palace or for the government. I was an urchin who became a soldier—I had no need for reading.
[ squeezing nami's hand lightly, hua cheng adds, ] It makes you sad to think that I died, doesn't it, xiaojie?
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[ nami's sister and nami's home, rendered in nami's hand—hua cheng can't think of anything more wonderful than that. nor more intimate, really, but he hopes that by this point they're close enough friends that she understands her vulnerability is safe with him.
again, that flicker of sadness in nami's gaze. he reaches across the table to take her hand, lacing their fingers together as he answers. ]
Books and literature were only for the upper classes, [ he explains. ] There was only a need for education for those who might go on to work in the palace or for the government. I was an urchin who became a soldier—I had no need for reading.
[ squeezing nami's hand lightly, hua cheng adds, ] It makes you sad to think that I died, doesn't it, xiaojie?