Despite his own troubles, Shen Yuan's heart still twists with a pang of sympathy. Separated from Trench for so long, without any prior transmigration experience, Lan Xichen must have begun to wonder if any of it was real, or just some strange dream. No wonder he'd rushed so quickly into an engagement with Jin Guangyao -- it really wasn't that different, after all, from Shen Yuan's own impulse to share the, um, personal revelations he'd experienced with Jin Guangyao, as soon as he'd found himself back. Lan Xichen had simply gotten there first. (First in all things, Shen Yuan reflects ironically.)
Shen Yuan stares in confusion at the sudden swerve, accepting the box of sweets automatically without really seeing it. A certain amount of curiosity about his new decoration is only to be expected, he supposes, but he hadn't expected any of the cultivators other than maybe Huaisang to bring it up so overtly. "Ah...it really wasn't like that," he finally manages to stammer, embarrassed, and attempts to bodily haul the conversation onto another subject by turning to carry the sweets into his small but comfortable kitchen, where he's been keeping some water hot for Lan Xichen's arrival. "What kind of tea would Lan-gongzi like?" he asks, setting the tin down on the counter and opening one of the cupboards to reveal his new selection of teas. "My other self was busy here, too," he adds, with an attempt at cheerfully.
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Despite his own troubles, Shen Yuan's heart still twists with a pang of sympathy. Separated from Trench for so long, without any prior transmigration experience, Lan Xichen must have begun to wonder if any of it was real, or just some strange dream. No wonder he'd rushed so quickly into an engagement with Jin Guangyao -- it really wasn't that different, after all, from Shen Yuan's own impulse to share the, um, personal revelations he'd experienced with Jin Guangyao, as soon as he'd found himself back. Lan Xichen had simply gotten there first. (First in all things, Shen Yuan reflects ironically.)
Shen Yuan stares in confusion at the sudden swerve, accepting the box of sweets automatically without really seeing it. A certain amount of curiosity about his new decoration is only to be expected, he supposes, but he hadn't expected any of the cultivators other than maybe Huaisang to bring it up so overtly. "Ah...it really wasn't like that," he finally manages to stammer, embarrassed, and attempts to bodily haul the conversation onto another subject by turning to carry the sweets into his small but comfortable kitchen, where he's been keeping some water hot for Lan Xichen's arrival. "What kind of tea would Lan-gongzi like?" he asks, setting the tin down on the counter and opening one of the cupboards to reveal his new selection of teas. "My other self was busy here, too," he adds, with an attempt at cheerfully.