[ Jin Ling can't get the feeling out of his chest, can't make his own heart stop thumping against his ribcage, and now that realization has dawned on him he doesn't know what to do.
so he latches onto the next best thing. which happens to be sitting up half-way and trying to move his hand back to Sizhui's chest to feel for his pulse. it's worrying? of course it is, and he care so much, it's such an unbelievable pressure and he doesn't understand why he didn't realize this sooner. this crushing feeling he can't get out of his head.
because it is crushing, because he knows Sizhui doesn't feel the same. ]
What do you mean focused? Focused on making your heart beat like that? Are you okay?
[ as if your own heart isn't beating a mile per minute, Jin Ling. ]
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so he latches onto the next best thing. which happens to be sitting up half-way and trying to move his hand back to Sizhui's chest to feel for his pulse. it's worrying? of course it is, and he care so much, it's such an unbelievable pressure and he doesn't understand why he didn't realize this sooner. this crushing feeling he can't get out of his head.
because it is crushing, because he knows Sizhui doesn't feel the same. ]
What do you mean focused? Focused on making your heart beat like that? Are you okay?
[ as if your own heart isn't beating a mile per minute, Jin Ling. ]