Jin Guangyao is learning all about Shen Yuan's multitudes this afternoon, in great detail, whether he wants to or not--and whether Shen Yuan wishes him to, or not. That's the true heart of the dismay that remains writ into Jin Guangyao's expression, and it only grows more pronounced as Shen Yuan's flirtatious behaviour intensifies: his very new friend is under the influence of something, is making a very public spectacle of himself (albeit an endearing one), and there is no gracious way for Jin Guangyao to extricate himself from the situation without subjecting him to further embarrassment.

At least he could gently scold Huaisang when he was at his most theatrical and melodramatic, even at cultivation conferences. But even Huaisang, consummate feather-head that he is, knew not to approach this particular line.

"Jin Guangyao is troubled for shidi," he corrects as kindly as he can manage, given his burning ears and discomfort with such overtures with so many eyes on them. He carefully sets aside his crunk--beer--whatever--and unfolds himself from where he'd been sitting on the bench. "Let's go find this mask seller and speak with them about the nature of the enchantment on your mask."