87: "Trust me, please."
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Lin FenXiang looked deeply at the the profile of Father William's face, shadowed by the light coming from the window, his expression was pensive as he spoke. His words did enter the painter's ears but they didn't quite register, so he had no idea what Father William was saying.
Lin FenXiang was starting to calm down, managing to bottle up his emotions in a cage residing at the very back of his mind. After closing the jumbled emotions inside, he refused to look back at them at least until a later date.
Soon than later, his calm and cool exterior returned as the painter cleared his throat. Wiping away the moisture from the corner of his eyes as he rubbed the tip of his nose.
“I don't think I want to talk any more than this about this situation,” he flexed his shoulders, exhaling in satisfaction as pops came from his bones. “What concerns me more than its existence is that it has re-emerged.“