WHAT?!] You... [The urge to spin a ring around his finger is so strong, but nothing is on any one of them, so he’s left fisting both hands until the knuckles turn white.
His... his sect’s clothes! They’re just being so casually dishonored right in front of him. The clothes his mother wears! His father, his sister!]
Do you want to die? I don’t need your critique, not even if you’re a seamstress!
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WHAT?!] You... [The urge to spin a ring around his finger is so strong, but nothing is on any one of them, so he’s left fisting both hands until the knuckles turn white.
His... his sect’s clothes! They’re just being so casually dishonored right in front of him. The clothes his mother wears! His father, his sister!]
Do you want to die? I don’t need your critique, not even if you’re a seamstress!