Realization can clearly be seen as it sets in. And then Xue Yang laughs, shoulders shaking as he shakes his head. "So it's like that," he mutters. Give and take and take and give and take...
The grin sharpens and he decides staying in the crowd is probably in his best interest. His A-Lan gets so upset and fusses when he gets hurt and he feels just bad enough he tries to avoid getting stabbed.
He takes a long drink and hums, shifting from foot to foot. There's no sign of his sword on him, but the hilt of a dagger peeks out at his waist. But he doesn't reach for it. He doesn't plan to, either.
"Should. Not yet," he chirps, head tilting as he stares at the other man. "You don't remember being here, just like A-Chen. So sad. Hanguang-Jun used to be here too." He spreads his arms in a clear display that he isn't dead, despite Lan Wangji's presence.
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Realization can clearly be seen as it sets in. And then Xue Yang laughs, shoulders shaking as he shakes his head. "So it's like that," he mutters. Give and take and take and give and take...
The grin sharpens and he decides staying in the crowd is probably in his best interest. His A-Lan gets so upset and fusses when he gets hurt and he feels just bad enough he tries to avoid getting stabbed.
He takes a long drink and hums, shifting from foot to foot. There's no sign of his sword on him, but the hilt of a dagger peeks out at his waist. But he doesn't reach for it. He doesn't plan to, either.
"Should. Not yet," he chirps, head tilting as he stares at the other man. "You don't remember being here, just like A-Chen. So sad. Hanguang-Jun used to be here too." He spreads his arms in a clear display that he isn't dead, despite Lan Wangji's presence.
"You've been gone for months and months."