[ hong lu, who hates the colour cyan, smiles. an ideal anchor, hong lu thinks. he wonders if that's true, or if it's only true for yi sang, and if that's the truth that one person sees, is it the truth for everyone? a not-truth that becomes a truth that will change the truth of the world. where is the line between truth and untruth drawn, and who drew it?
yi sang shifts his hand. hong lu allows him to do so. yi sang, who does not exist well in a moving world, becomes unmoving for it. it's only a hand. hong lu can spare it.
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yi sang shifts his hand. hong lu allows him to do so. yi sang, who does not exist well in a moving world, becomes unmoving for it. it's only a hand. hong lu can spare it.
hong lu smiles. ]
Yay, I've been praised again.