“Jingyan, pour the tea,” ordered Lin Shu, stretched sweating on the scorched grass.
“Pour it yourself,” said Jingyan.
“I can’t, I’m dead. Nihuang has killed me. Murdered by his fiancée when he was still a beautiful young gentleman, that’s what they’ll say. A tragedy! Anyway you should do it, you’re the waterbender.”
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07 Jun 2018