[ Just when he thought he'd gotten his footing here, the boy says that and Jiang Cheng grimaces so deeply he's sure the frown lines have been etched into his soul. There's no easy way to put this, so he just confesses to it before dragging it out makes it any worse. ]
...A-Jie isn't [ wasn't...? Jiang Cheng swallows against the lump in his throat at all the things his nephew's mere existence implies, and all the greater tragedies that the boy is shouting into existence. ] the type to plan ahead her children's names. Sorry.
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...A-Jie isn't [ wasn't...? Jiang Cheng swallows against the lump in his throat at all the things his nephew's mere existence implies, and all the greater tragedies that the boy is shouting into existence. ] the type to plan ahead her children's names. Sorry.
What should I call you?