if .. his highness truly wants what we had before, in wuyong ... some sacrifice must be made, your highness. ❪..❫ no more beating around the bush, mhm? i am a fortune teller, not a mind reader.
perhaps things wont ever truly be the same again.. however, that wasn't what i was quite getting at. what i meant was that we both crave the romantic companionship we once had. my highness, my jingguo. do not... try to pretend you do not long for my warmth, just as this teacher longs for you.
so if you move this piece here.. (..) this is way harder than when a-niang taught me how to play poker.
* teaching him how to play xiangqi/chinese chess