Weird, he's usually way less bad at math than this. Under other circumstances, such a glare would be a fun kind of invitation or at least a warning he would enjoy not taking too seriously. But on this beach, this exchange is much closer to a fight for a life. For a death, too, but this isn't and has never been just about him. And now that Fang Duobing's fate is at stake, he finds some actual anger to muster after all. It's bad enough that Di Feisheng won't spare either of them, but does he have to be so unforgiving to Fang Duobing?
"Because he's still my disciple!" Di Feisheng isn't the only one with fear and frustration to vent, and Li Lianhua's eyes shine fever-bright with it as he turns his own glare on him. "Maybe I can't keep you from digging your own grave, but I can see to it that he's set on a path that doesn't lead nowhere." It's not that he wants to lie to Fang Xiaobao. Wants to watch him only from afar, never to-- cook for him again or drink with him again or listen to his boasting and his kindness. But he has a duty towards him, as his shifu and as his friend. How is he supposed to face his death failing to leave even one person better off?
But anger is exhausting to maintain, especially when mounted on sickly and sickening desperation. Li Lianhua takes a shuddering breath, an attempt to steady himself and his emotions that's as doomed to fail as the rest of his body. His gaze casts about to the heavens and to the sea, as if he's more likely to find support there than in the man in front of him, and he sighs. "I just need your help with it." What would it really cost him? Is he refusing just to be contrary? Can Di Feisheng not be so troublesome just once?
"You're the cheap one, anyway," he mutters almost more to himself, all that agitation finding a pretty stupid outlet. Cheap?? That boy is literally called a treasure. Ridiculous.
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Weird, he's usually way less bad at math than this.Under other circumstances, such a glare would be a fun kind of invitation or at least a warning he would enjoy not taking too seriously. But on this beach, this exchange is much closer to a fight for a life. For a death, too, but this isn't and has never been just about him. And now that Fang Duobing's fate is at stake, he finds some actual anger to muster after all. It's bad enough that Di Feisheng won't spare either of them, but does he have to be so unforgiving to Fang Duobing?"Because he's still my disciple!" Di Feisheng isn't the only one with fear and frustration to vent, and Li Lianhua's eyes shine fever-bright with it as he turns his own glare on him. "Maybe I can't keep you from digging your own grave, but I can see to it that he's set on a path that doesn't lead nowhere." It's not that he wants to lie to Fang Xiaobao. Wants to watch him only from afar, never to-- cook for him again or drink with him again or listen to his boasting and his kindness. But he has a duty towards him, as his shifu and as his friend. How is he supposed to face his death failing to leave even one person better off?
But anger is exhausting to maintain, especially when mounted on sickly and sickening desperation. Li Lianhua takes a shuddering breath, an attempt to steady himself and his emotions that's as doomed to fail as the rest of his body. His gaze casts about to the heavens and to the sea, as if he's more likely to find support there than in the man in front of him, and he sighs. "I just need your help with it." What would it really cost him? Is he refusing just to be contrary? Can Di Feisheng not be so troublesome just once?
"You're the cheap one, anyway," he mutters almost more to himself, all that agitation finding a pretty stupid outlet. Cheap?? That boy is literally called a treasure. Ridiculous.