Ivan remembers those stories Wang Yao used to tell him, those blurred memories of Yao used to paint. Wang Yao, coming World War Two, The Dispute.. Yao had never had a distaste in Ivan, even now. What country hasn't acted cold towards others? How could you be afraid of someone that has done the same thing as you? "I'm not afraid of you," he begins. His Mandarin accent setting in coldly, into a low tone as he stepped forward to Ivan. "I never was. I never will be. We shouldn't be late, Alfred is throwing a party. It is July 4th, isn't it? We shouldn't be late to a friends." "Ah, yes. You are correct, let's go."All Rights Reserved
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