[Ah yes, with his research. Definitely that. Huaisang gives him a sheepish kind of chuckle instinctually, cut short when it reminds him too sharply of those days back at Cloud Recesses, when he lived in constant but also comfortable dread of Xichen telling Nie Mingjue he failed all his classes again.
Yes. His research. The research he was certainly doing, before he got sad about Mingjue. That research.
He thumbs the corner of one drawing, shaking his head, like no, no, don't hustle on his account...]
Don't rush, don't rush! There must be plenty of books here that have caught your eye. [Pick out something nice and give him an extra five minutes to shove this shamefully large amount of drawings somewhere else, ahem.] I'll come and find you!
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Yes. His research. The research he was certainly doing, before he got sad about Mingjue. That research.
He thumbs the corner of one drawing, shaking his head, like no, no, don't hustle on his account...]
Don't rush, don't rush! There must be plenty of books here that have caught your eye. [Pick out something nice and give him an extra five minutes to shove this shamefully large amount of drawings somewhere else, ahem.] I'll come and find you!