[ Hanguang-Jun, as if, bereft of the honour to forgive a weaponless woman of his blade, he still deserves the honorific. The pass of a hand, and Bichen dispels, quieted in its sheath against his hip.
Wen Qing greets him, then, courtesy unbecoming of the first family. A lifetime ago, she was the first to give an honest greeting among her delegation, then her brother — presenting gifts of rite to Lan Qiren, a teacher of old. Not faltering, even as the son of her master broke justice and decorum with sharp-tongued insult.
Between stutters of movement, Lan Wangji bows in kind, formality a bridge and divide between them. He rises, and sulphur that tainted the air moves to his lungs, each breath soiled sour. Agitated. ]
This is your greeting gift?
[ A nod, then, to each corner, where the wasteland and its woe both stretch, tirelessly empty and vast. ]
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Wen Qing greets him, then, courtesy unbecoming of the first family. A lifetime ago, she was the first to give an honest greeting among her delegation, then her brother — presenting gifts of rite to Lan Qiren, a teacher of old. Not faltering, even as the son of her master broke justice and decorum with sharp-tongued insult.
Between stutters of movement, Lan Wangji bows in kind, formality a bridge and divide between them. He rises, and sulphur that tainted the air moves to his lungs, each breath soiled sour. Agitated. ]
This is your greeting gift?
[ A nod, then, to each corner, where the wasteland and its woe both stretch, tirelessly empty and vast. ]