“That wasn't my intention, I just—” but he falls silent once they stop, lips pursed and his head inclined as Jiang Cheng moves to put him down.
Sizhui straightens his posture right away, arm lowering then tucking neatly behind himself, the hand closing into a fist which he rests against the small of his back. His opposite hand raises, fingertips combing through his hair, straightening the strands out somewhat before he notes the soft jangling from the dainty chain around his wrist. “I've already told you the truth,” he sighs, “I fell from the sky.”
After taking a moment to remove the tangled links from his forearm, he carefully wraps it up, clutches the item tight against his palm then levels the older man with a look. “We deities warn of a place, something beyond the safety of our gates in a somewhere nobody dares explore at nighttime. I went there to collect certain items,” Sizhui continues explaining, his thoughts drifting to the moonstones and if they'd remained in his pockets or if they're lost to the lake and he'll eventually have to fish them out, but he refocuses to continue, “I collected what I'd come for, got hit by something, then felt myself being pulled and...” With a weak hand gesture toward nothing in particular, his head lowers and he exhales heavily again. “And then you were pulling me out of the water.”
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Sizhui straightens his posture right away, arm lowering then tucking neatly behind himself, the hand closing into a fist which he rests against the small of his back. His opposite hand raises, fingertips combing through his hair, straightening the strands out somewhat before he notes the soft jangling from the dainty chain around his wrist. “I've already told you the truth,” he sighs, “I fell from the sky.”
After taking a moment to remove the tangled links from his forearm, he carefully wraps it up, clutches the item tight against his palm then levels the older man with a look. “We deities warn of a place, something beyond the safety of our gates in a somewhere nobody dares explore at nighttime. I went there to collect certain items,” Sizhui continues explaining, his thoughts drifting to the moonstones and if they'd remained in his pockets or if they're lost to the lake and he'll eventually have to fish them out, but he refocuses to continue, “I collected what I'd come for, got hit by something, then felt myself being pulled and...” With a weak hand gesture toward nothing in particular, his head lowers and he exhales heavily again. “And then you were pulling me out of the water.”