"Why? You must think I can't even walk past a pretty girl, right?"
"Something like that." Xin Chen leaned against the pillar of the spaceship's workbench, watching Gu Tao bending over to painstakingly repair the fine sword: "If it were me, I'd have chased her away and been done with it, wouldn't have gone to all this trouble."
"At your age, you're behaving like a dog."
Gu Tao was far from polite, the nano welder in his hand slowly moving along the break, and as it passed, the fracture lines gradually disappeared, until there were no more signs of breakage on the sword's surface. Then, he immersed the whole sword into a solution with a metallic sheen and watched bubbles begin to emerge from the blade. Only after that did he take off his gloves and turn around.
