Seimei takes a handkerchief from one of his inner coat pockets and offers it to Rae.
“It is the least I can do for Wen Ning’s sake.” His eyes grow hot and his vision blurs. He, too, has been holding down his grief, and now the seal has cracked. “Poor Wen Ning! He was so cheerful and good-natured even in terrible circumstances. Most other people would have been despondent or even bitter, but not him...”
The words dissolve into quiet sobbing. Fortunately Seimei has more than one handkerchief: he takes a second from his coat to wipe his streaming eyes and nose.
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:14 pm (UTC)“It is the least I can do for Wen Ning’s sake.” His eyes grow hot and his vision blurs. He, too, has been holding down his grief, and now the seal has cracked. “Poor Wen Ning! He was so cheerful and good-natured even in terrible circumstances. Most other people would have been despondent or even bitter, but not him...”
The words dissolve into quiet sobbing. Fortunately Seimei has more than one handkerchief: he takes a second from his coat to wipe his streaming eyes and nose.