Oh... [His voice wavers and his steps are less steady. But just for a moment.] If a spell could let me see your handsome face, I -
[What color his cheeks had before doubles and he bites his lip. To hear Zichen... To see him... He doesn't want to hope for too much, yet he pleads - prays - for those possibilities.]
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[What color his cheeks had before doubles and he bites his lip. To hear Zichen... To see him... He doesn't want to hope for too much, yet he pleads - prays - for those possibilities.]
Your voice too. No sound pleases me more.