“I’m thinking,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.”
But Mulan had watched the princesses practice swordplay behind the pavilion tents. She had heard Ting-Ting whisper about the baker’s son she truly loved. She had seen Su cry into her sleeve when she thought no one was looking. Mulan 2
Instead, she felt like a sword forced back into a scabbard that no longer fit. “I’m thinking,” she corrected