It isn't that Jin Guangyao did not enjoy Lan Xichen's playing, because what an absolutely absurd notion that would be. No one with even passing familiarity with the guqin could spend a moment listening to Lan Xichen play without recognizing him immediately as a master, and Jin Guangyao has had many years to witness that mastery for himself, to see Lan Xichen grow in both his skill and command of the instrument until there was hardly another soul alive in the cultivation world who could compare to him. He's swept up in the performance as he always is, but it's the journey the notes travel this time that is new, and exciting, and alarming, frankly, and that is why the expression Jin Guangyao now wears is one of concern, his eyebrows drawn together into a little furrow over his very wide brown eyes.
"Er-ge," he says again, and reaches out unthinkingly to touch his forearm, "are you all right?"
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It isn't that Jin Guangyao did not enjoy Lan Xichen's playing, because what an absolutely absurd notion that would be. No one with even passing familiarity with the guqin could spend a moment listening to Lan Xichen play without recognizing him immediately as a master, and Jin Guangyao has had many years to witness that mastery for himself, to see Lan Xichen grow in both his skill and command of the instrument until there was hardly another soul alive in the cultivation world who could compare to him. He's swept up in the performance as he always is, but it's the journey the notes travel this time that is new, and exciting, and alarming, frankly, and that is why the expression Jin Guangyao now wears is one of concern, his eyebrows drawn together into a little furrow over his very wide brown eyes.
"Er-ge," he says again, and reaches out unthinkingly to touch his forearm, "are you all right?"