[he feels a rush of heat flood his face, first at the way the sound of her laughter makes him feel. second at what her reasons for it might be.
but it's not at him. zixuan relaxes, and the corners of his mouth tug up into a smile that looks too good on him to be so rare.
he keeps seeing the way that she held on to the lotus, protecting it even over herself. it makes his chest feel tight with surprising emotions, but for once zixuan manages to snap himself out of it. he bends to lift her out of the muck and into his arms to carry her out. he's a few steps out of the pond before he even thinks to set her down again.]
...This way, Wen-guniang
[inside, presumably for clean clothes. but he still has ahold of her hand.
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but it's not at him. zixuan relaxes, and the corners of his mouth tug up into a smile that looks too good on him to be so rare.
he keeps seeing the way that she held on to the lotus, protecting it even over herself. it makes his chest feel tight with surprising emotions, but for once zixuan manages to snap himself out of it. he bends to lift her out of the muck and into his arms to carry her out. he's a few steps out of the pond before he even thinks to set her down again.]
...This way, Wen-guniang
[inside, presumably for clean clothes. but he still has ahold of her hand.
in case she should slip. or something.]