( she can do little more than look at him for a moment, gaze flickering from one eye to the other. the heaviness of the moment doesn't escape her, but wen qing has lived life with weights far worse than this on her shoulders. or maybe she hasn't really — because the name gets stuck in her throat, jin zixuan, for all the name entails. his sister's husband, sect leader. in reality, wen qing doesn't know how she'd respond in his position, but ... hope is a damnable, painful thing that clutches her heart like a vice.
no subject
hope is useless.
she nods her head, once. )