His gaze drops to his cup, but instead of shutting down or erupting or whatever other bad reaction his friends might have expected, he blurts out, "I think I had a panic attack and it freaked me out."
Jingyi's going to write Zizhen a sonnet for this. "Was it something your uncle did" He asks as gently as he could.
Ling shakes his head. "No, it's.. I don't know what happened." Not entirely the truth, but he didn't want to get into that part of it. "I just couldn't breathe and I was on my knees.." He shakes his head. "What if something like that were to happen in front of everyone? They'd think I have a weak constitution."
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"Good," Lan Zhan says with a nod when he does it correctly. He falls quiet again, listening. He doesn't interrupt again until the song is complete. "You have talent. Have you trained your cultivation skills, Zheng-gongzi?"
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2021-08-15 22:26 (UTC)Jingyi's going to write Zizhen a sonnet for this. "Was it something your uncle did" He asks as gently as he could.
Ling shakes his head. "No, it's.. I don't know what happened." Not entirely the truth, but he didn't want to get into that part of it. "I just couldn't breathe and I was on my knees.." He shakes his head. "What if something like that were to happen in front of everyone? They'd think I have a weak constitution."
~~~
"Good," Lan Zhan says with a nod when he does it correctly. He falls quiet again, listening. He doesn't interrupt again until the song is complete. "You have talent. Have you trained your cultivation skills, Zheng-gongzi?"