[Xiao Xingchen considers going to find it, but... decides against it, and searches for the robe. Easier to handle for now, and he can take the clothes he used back to the cafe later. It isn't because he doesn't want to think about everything that led up to that moment—though by now, there are some things he doesn't entirely mind talking about.
He's had some time to process it. Even if none of this will ever really make sense, he knew he would have to adjust to change very quickly ever since he left the mountain.]
You were so sure that I could come back here. Or perhaps I should say that you wouldn't take no for an answer.
[He says it with a bit of a huff as he takes off one loose white sheet for another, setting the folded towel aside. Now, how will this stay in place? Without the right texture, it's a lot more precarious than the towel, he finds. It continues to slip out of place before he can even think to move.]
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He's had some time to process it. Even if none of this will ever really make sense, he knew he would have to adjust to change very quickly ever since he left the mountain.]
You were so sure that I could come back here. Or perhaps I should say that you wouldn't take no for an answer.
[He says it with a bit of a huff as he takes off one loose white sheet for another, setting the folded towel aside. Now, how will this stay in place? Without the right texture, it's a lot more precarious than the towel, he finds. It continues to slip out of place before he can even think to move.]