These clothes...are the only thing I have from Qing.
[his voice trembles, betraying too much emotion. he can't stop staring at the stain and the way it continues to slowly spread across the white fabric. he takes a deep breath, brows knitting in determination. he will not go around in stained robes, no more than he will convert to this world's clothing.]
no subject
[his voice trembles, betraying too much emotion. he can't stop staring at the stain and the way it continues to slowly spread across the white fabric. he takes a deep breath, brows knitting in determination. he will not go around in stained robes, no more than he will convert to this world's clothing.]
I need salt as well.
[while he just starts undressing.]