...and here Wen Qing had been enjoying her perfectly ordinary day.
Her steps falter, she is still not quite certain that it is actually Song Lan she saw disappear into that alleyway. Except, who is she kidding, she is absolutely certain.
She takes a deep breath, hands smoothing down the sides of the red peasant dress she wears though it isn't even crinkled. It would be impossible to forget what Xue Yang had told her about himself, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen the first time she ran into him in Gazin. The sheer horror of his tale had burned itself into her memory.
This is going to make things complicated...
Although she is of half a mind to turn around and forget that she ever caught sight of him, she forces her feet towards the alley. She needs to find out how much he remembers, at least, and thus just how much bloodshed there will be for her to clean up after.
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Her steps falter, she is still not quite certain that it is actually Song Lan she saw disappear into that alleyway. Except, who is she kidding, she is absolutely certain.
She takes a deep breath, hands smoothing down the sides of the red peasant dress she wears though it isn't even crinkled. It would be impossible to forget what Xue Yang had told her about himself, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen the first time she ran into him in Gazin. The sheer horror of his tale had burned itself into her memory.
This is going to make things complicated...
Although she is of half a mind to turn around and forget that she ever caught sight of him, she forces her feet towards the alley. She needs to find out how much he remembers, at least, and thus just how much bloodshed there will be for her to clean up after.