Bi-Han stared at Kuai, whose gaze in turn was focused on the small collection of flowers in question. Growing beside the wall, nature was fighting against human architecture. There was something poetic about it all, really.
âWhat?â
âWell. Flowers are alive, right? And part of being alive is having emotion.â He brushed the delicate flowers with his fingertips. âSo, do you think they do?â
Snowdropâs have emotions, because you are one, Kuai Liang.
Bi-Han didnât voice that, just made a noncommittal hum and patted him on the head instead.
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