continued from here. // @suiuis
the swordsman's pause in his work only lasted a half - second. cotton cloth in one hand, flexible rod in the other, &. bamboo flute in lap. at this point he grew numb to people encouraging him thusly : to have even a small degree of trust in someone else. how easy it is for outsiders to proclaim such. most whom have never tasted bitter betrayal in their lives. the years have gone by, &. dagger in qiuyuan's heart remains. childhood friends / neighbors spurned him, &. there was no convincing them of the wrongdoing to him.
❝ so you say. ❞ he wraps cloth around rod &. moves it through the bamboo flute — beginning the cleaning process. ❝ i will make sure to remember such. ❞
