Yu Xunge shot to her feet in excitement and slapped the table, sending it and the mahjong tiles clattering to the floor. "Isn't that me?!"
After shouting, she looked around to find her fellow mahjong players staring at her expressionlessly. Everyone still had both hands extended in the posture of shuffling tiles, but the hands that had been spread out shuffling a second ago had all clenched into fists.
Yu Xunge immediately crouched to right the table and pick up the tiles, rambling, "I mean, look, if Zhuri told a fairy tale at the end of her life, she'd probably be like this Lord Tanuki and name the fairy tale after herself."
The others crouched down with practiced ease to help pick up the tiles. This sort of thing had happened all the time since they started playing mahjong. Sometimes it was Zai Jiu Xunge, sometimes someone else.
Stories that became the Star Sea's regrets were, for the most part, deeply moving ones.
After putting the square table back in order, the group dispersed, racing off to other deities' islands to attend their electives.
She and Dawn Cicada each held their flower-growing manuals as they sprinted down the Toy Palace's corridors.
Whatever Zai Jiu Xunge said next made them both burst out laughing. Dawn Cicada even raised the book in her hand and swatted Zai Jiu Xunge with it, but before they had run a hundred meters, the two began arguing again.
Their flower branches poked out over their respective shoulders again and began dueling as though fencing.
By the day before the thirty-day course ended, nearly fifty-two players had found their direction through various means. On Yudun's side, everyone except Zai Jiu Xunge had lit up the light and shadow between their brows.
While tending the flowers, Dawn Cicada