The young master makes a pained sound and Zhuque reaches out to take his
hand in his. There's a slight burning sensation before embers alight within
the cut and heal to smooth skin once again. He towers over this young
master, not like Qingming, where Bo Ya would stand eye to eye with him.
"I am your humble guardian," he says, dropping to his knee and bowing over
it.
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The young master makes a pained sound and Zhuque reaches out to take his hand in his. There's a slight burning sensation before embers alight within the cut and heal to smooth skin once again. He towers over this young master, not like Qingming, where Bo Ya would stand eye to eye with him.
"I am your humble guardian," he says, dropping to his knee and bowing over it.