[ she stares at the instrument and its bow, his words ringing in her ears. she almost tells him it's pointless for her to even try, but something tells her he's not going to take no for an answer, and she'd rather not argue over something she could solve simply by humoring him.
so she holds her arms out to accept the erhu. her mouth is taut, but there's a gentleness in the way she unfolds her hands, palms up. ]
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so she holds her arms out to accept the erhu. her mouth is taut, but there's a gentleness in the way she unfolds her hands, palms up. ]