[ nie huaisang is an individual of theatricality; he obfuscades the truth with a flick of his fan and a well timed complaint about nothing. but even as he holds his fan closely, just enough that the line of his mouth is visible over the edge, there is none of that childish boy wei wuxian met at cloud recesses.
there is someone much older sat across the table, because huaisang - for all his playfulness - had to grow up. but then that is gone as well, leaving the headshaker sitting once again. he knows of xue yang, of course, but that he worked with jin guangyao? that is new to him.
he should ask lan sizhui for details but — ]
Meng Yao or rather, Jin Guangyao ... murdered my brother, Wei Wuxian. Why else would someone with such a weak core as myself be sect leader otherwise?
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there is someone much older sat across the table, because huaisang - for all his playfulness - had to grow up. but then that is gone as well, leaving the headshaker sitting once again. he knows of xue yang, of course, but that he worked with jin guangyao? that is new to him.
he should ask lan sizhui for details but — ]
Meng Yao or rather, Jin Guangyao ... murdered my brother, Wei Wuxian. Why else would someone with such a weak core as myself be sect leader otherwise?