‘ what are we made of but hunger and rage? ’
‘ what are we made of but hunger and rage? ’ ( accepting )
the tapping of hui qing’s fingers paused at the younger’s statement, his head tilted as he took in the words. the book that he was reading placed gently on his desk before speaking after a moment passes. “ quite a question isn’t it ?” hui qing mutters. “ humans are complex creatures, but i feel as if our core is filled with desire for ambition runs the mind..and if we’re not careful it can consume your whole being.”












