[Everybody gets to make embarrassing, yearning art about their crush, Xichen - most people just do it on ordinary-sized paper and throw it away hastily, instead of giving it to them to display for all time. Hubris, buddy. Hubris.

Huaisang hums fondly over his selected woodblock, turning it over a few times to observe it from every angle, as if he knows what to do with it.]

I am! Er-ge will see the first results. Even er-ge's untrained eye can offer worthwhile critiques, after all.

[Because oh boy, are his early woodcuts going to suck. He trusts Xichen's constructive criticism, anyway.]

Could it be that that messy library has books on the techniques...?