[ yi sang holds his hair with care. he shifts both legs out of the window. hong lu waits until he is looking back. for a moment, hong lu realises it, the depth of this trust. or is it trust? is it that yi sang doesn't have a choice? but even in a scenario where someone doesn't have a choice to trust, they still must make that choice to trust - and perhaps that is where there is no difference between the real and the unreal. to live with the real, you must make the unreal real.
but yi sang is looking at him. hong lu smiles. he begins to let down his hair.
it's easier work than it looks, really. yi sang isn't heavy, and hong lu's hair is manageable. hong lu lets down length of it by length until he gauges that yi sang has touched the ground. ]
Are you ready to catch me now? [ hong lu calls down. ] If you're tired, I can give you a moment to rest and catch your breath!
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but yi sang is looking at him. hong lu smiles. he begins to let down his hair.
it's easier work than it looks, really. yi sang isn't heavy, and hong lu's hair is manageable. hong lu lets down length of it by length until he gauges that yi sang has touched the ground. ]
Are you ready to catch me now? [ hong lu calls down. ] If you're tired, I can give you a moment to rest and catch your breath!