[Xiao Xingchen waits for the vendor to respond, but the voice falls silent. Ever since he could remember, Baoshan Sanren would also speak in soft-spoken and cryptic tones; he would often explain further for all of his shimei and shidi when needed. Humming in thought for a moment, he answers.]
Perhaps... if you wear it on your ankle, you'll smell or taste what you enjoy.
[The two of them have encountered stranger objects here before.
He crouches down, reaching around for anything that feels particularly interesting.]
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Perhaps... if you wear it on your ankle, you'll smell or taste what you enjoy.
[The two of them have encountered stranger objects here before.
He crouches down, reaching around for anything that feels particularly interesting.]