[ Jin Ling tries not to react when the other reaches for his hands even for such a simple reason. He stares downward, curling his fingers on the side of the bowl. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The words come out a mumble, barely audible and he just sort of stands there frozen for a little bit. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ The words come out a mumble, barely audible and he just sort of stands there frozen for a little bit. ]