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江晚吟 ([personal profile] qingxinling) wrote 2023-12-17 04:18 pm (UTC)

"Pass," Jiang Wanyin snaps, and stalks away.

He pauses, about ten paces, and whirls back around. He crosses his arms, even though Zidian is still loose and Sandu is still unsheathed. "You know a guy," he says; this is more demand than question. "Curly hair, beard, weird lenses on his face? Has a horse?"

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