He hasn't quite been mother-henning over Jin Guangyao, despite the impulse to make sure he is prioritizing his health. But he is still familiar enough with the other man's restlessness, how often he pushes himself to his limits and beyond, that he cannot help a bit of fretting.

He occupies himself with helping with the household chores and has learned a great number of new things. For one, modern appliances are very convenient. For another, they are very loud. And so while the dishwasher and washing machine wash, he's opted to step out and enjoy a peaceful, late autumn day.

It's the sound of the guqin that draws him magnetically towards the courtyard more than anything. In most regards he would have listened at a safe distance, but these days, music puts him in almost a near trance. If a rather dazed looking First Jade of Lan happens to sit down to listen, eyes closed and a pleased, tranquil smile on his face, then one can blame the effects of his blood.

It certainly has nothing to do with how much he's missed hearing Jin Guangyao play.