[ he still feels rusty, but his memory hasn't eroded in such a way that he's forgotten the songs that they used to play, gathered around the table together, a zither leading the melody. as he reaches the end, his eyes remain closed for a moment longer before he sets the bow down on the stage. ]
... with so many worlds, there are so many stories. But there's still similarities to be found - the erhu, hanfu, perhaps more, with the two of us alone. I will be interested in learning more, Miss Maomao, and sharing what I can in turn.
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... with so many worlds, there are so many stories. But there's still similarities to be found - the erhu, hanfu, perhaps more, with the two of us alone. I will be interested in learning more, Miss Maomao, and sharing what I can in turn.