[ Slowly but surely, Hong Lu lowers his hair. He maintains a steady pace, allowing Yi Sang to walk carefully down the side of the tower, until his feet have touched the grass. Only when both of his feet are planted firmly on the floor does Yi Sang let go of Hong Lu's hair, letting out a sigh of relief. How precarious, to be suspended in midair by nothing more than a person's hair, relying on his own grip strength to ensure he didn't go careening down to his death.
Yi Sang takes Hong Lu's offer, taking that moment to do precisely that. He hadn't noticed his heart racing from the earlier ordeal. Eventually, it evens out, and Yi Sang gazes up towards the top of the tower. Hong Lu's window is so high up. Yi Sang can barely see him, but he knows he must be there because he can hear Hong Lu's voice.
He holds his arms out and nods, even though Hong Lu likely cannot see that gesture. ]
I am ready. You may jump whenever you are prepared.
[ And he will do his absolute best to catch him. ]
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Yi Sang takes Hong Lu's offer, taking that moment to do precisely that. He hadn't noticed his heart racing from the earlier ordeal. Eventually, it evens out, and Yi Sang gazes up towards the top of the tower. Hong Lu's window is so high up. Yi Sang can barely see him, but he knows he must be there because he can hear Hong Lu's voice.
He holds his arms out and nods, even though Hong Lu likely cannot see that gesture. ]
I am ready. You may jump whenever you are prepared.
[ And he will do his absolute best to catch him. ]