The hand on his surprises him a little though he's not sure why. Nie Huaisang feels his face grow a little warm but doesn't pull his hand away. Maybe it's the nice surroundings getting to him combined with reminiscing about simpler days.
"I enjoyed spending time with you, too. Those visits were such bright spots in my life in Qinghe. I was always so bored and lonely and everything always felt so dreary. Decorating my room to be more suitable to me helped."
He hadn't felt so out of place with a room that looked and felt like his own. That collection of fans, scrolls, and porcelain had meant so much more to him than simple material gifts. They'd been a reflection of himself and symbolic of the fact that someone accepted and cared for him just as he was.
"And it was already nice to get away from Qinghe. Every time I'm there, it feels like the walls are closing in."
His ancestral home had an oppressive feeling that had driven him to pursue passions beyond the traditions held within it. He's always had a bit of rebellion in his, embolded through the influence of those around him.
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"I enjoyed spending time with you, too. Those visits were such bright spots in my life in Qinghe. I was always so bored and lonely and everything always felt so dreary. Decorating my room to be more suitable to me helped."
He hadn't felt so out of place with a room that looked and felt like his own. That collection of fans, scrolls, and porcelain had meant so much more to him than simple material gifts. They'd been a reflection of himself and symbolic of the fact that someone accepted and cared for him just as he was.
"And it was already nice to get away from Qinghe. Every time I'm there, it feels like the walls are closing in."
His ancestral home had an oppressive feeling that had driven him to pursue passions beyond the traditions held within it. He's always had a bit of rebellion in his, embolded through the influence of those around him.