[He makes a mental note of the handkerchief; it had been his once upon a time. Even if Jin Guangyao is behind by quite a number of years, he's still surprised to see that he kept it even for that amount of time.
The four paintings they pass along the way adds yet more pieces to the puzzle in Lan Xichen's head.
Jin Guangyao had valued their friendship and probably had not been lying when he said he did not move for a weapon. Which meant...
Lan Xichen puts the thought aside. It hasn't happened yet for either Nie Huaisang or Jin Guangyao and he cannot hold them to things they have no knowledge of. It doesn't sting any less, but it's his hurt to carry.
As he is led through the house, he's not surprised it isn't covered in gilt and opulence; Jin Guangyao's tastes had always leaned more towards modest, elegant natural beauty and skilled craftsmanship. His heart jumps at the thought that Siheyuan is oddly reminiscent of the homes in the Cloud Recesses than the halls of Koi Tower.
When they reach the shrine, he studies the names engraved on the tablets as Jin Guangyao gets the supplies. Wordlessly, he joins him in lighting the incense and praying to passed family (though it feels odd praying for someone who is still alive and yet long dead).
After some time in silence, he glances over at Jin Guangyao.]
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The four paintings they pass along the way adds yet more pieces to the puzzle in Lan Xichen's head.
Jin Guangyao had valued their friendship and probably had not been lying when he said he did not move for a weapon. Which meant...
Lan Xichen puts the thought aside. It hasn't happened yet for either Nie Huaisang or Jin Guangyao and he cannot hold them to things they have no knowledge of. It doesn't sting any less, but it's his hurt to carry.
As he is led through the house, he's not surprised it isn't covered in gilt and opulence; Jin Guangyao's tastes had always leaned more towards modest, elegant natural beauty and skilled craftsmanship. His heart jumps at the thought that Siheyuan is oddly reminiscent of the homes in the Cloud Recesses than the halls of Koi Tower.
When they reach the shrine, he studies the names engraved on the tablets as Jin Guangyao gets the supplies. Wordlessly, he joins him in lighting the incense and praying to passed family (though it feels odd praying for someone who is still alive and yet long dead).
After some time in silence, he glances over at Jin Guangyao.]
If you would like, I could paint their portraits.