[ That soft smile at Song Lan's name makes Jin Ling's heart ache, but he is distracted almost immediately by the idea of a flying horse. He stands up a little straighter, his eyes widening. ]

Are you teasing me? [ He accuses first, but he sounds hopeful and excited despite that.

So sue him, he's still a teenager, and he's never seen a flying horse. Besides, thinking about anything besides Xiao Xingchen's awful fate is a very welcome respite. ]

Of course I want to go by flying horse! But you are definitely teasing me, there is no way those actually exist.