[ It takes several more long seconds of Shang Qinghua crying, giving the occasional sniffle, before he finally is able to uncurl his fingers from Nie Huaisang's clothes. He shrinks back slightly, turning away and putting one sleeved hand up as if considering hiding behind it. ]
Sorry. Sorry... This is, ah. I... This is rather embarrassing... Ah, um, thank you...
[ Is he supposed to thank him for that? He doesn't know how this works! ]
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Sorry. Sorry... This is, ah. I... This is rather embarrassing... Ah, um, thank you...
[ Is he supposed to thank him for that? He doesn't know how this works! ]