Shimmering Sands good love, good love

ying couldn't help but roll her eyes. stop being so stubborn! she groaned, rolling her head back across her shoulders. so what if they're foreign? we're just as foreign to them, don't you think? there was nothing that made their culture any better than another. maybe the religion, but that was a whole quarrel within itself.

mei brought up the thing. ying's gaze fell onto hua then to see if her expression had changed. it won't happen like that again. her gaze hardened, baby blues staring hard through slitted eyes. we're all together. i won't let it happen. that would be her last word on the subject.