Oh, isn't Jiang Cheng's laugh a wonderful sound - sorely needed, today, but mostly Huaisang wonders what he has to do to hear that laugh all the time. What he wouldn't give to sit sharing gossip over dinner and trying to find the most amusing stories to draw that sound from him again and again and- wait what did he just say?
Huaisang blinks at him for a long, confused moment. He's busy being a wife to someone else? Who is? What is he talking about?
"Ah, I'm sorry Wanyin, but who are you talking about?" The only person he's had particular interest in for a while is sitting opposite him, and is definitely not playing wife or husband, that's why they're here.
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When Yuan stirs to the movement of the carriage, for a brief moment he thinks, hopes, that perhaps Jin Ling changed his mind and had taken him home anyway. It hurts his heart when he opens his eyes and realises that's not the case.
Some part of him knows there's so many benefits to this, and he is glad to get a chance at family, but he yearns for Jin Ling's presence.
"Hanguang Jun?" He asks softly, groggily, as he sits up a little. At least all the sleep has eased the pain in his throat- the bruising is still there, but it no longer hurts to talk.
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2021-08-21 06:05 (UTC)Oh, isn't Jiang Cheng's laugh a wonderful sound - sorely needed, today, but mostly Huaisang wonders what he has to do to hear that laugh all the time. What he wouldn't give to sit sharing gossip over dinner and trying to find the most amusing stories to draw that sound from him again and again and- wait what did he just say?
Huaisang blinks at him for a long, confused moment. He's busy being a wife to someone else? Who is? What is he talking about?
"Ah, I'm sorry Wanyin, but who are you talking about?" The only person he's had particular interest in for a while is sitting opposite him, and is definitely not playing wife or husband, that's why they're here.
~~~
When Yuan stirs to the movement of the carriage, for a brief moment he thinks, hopes, that perhaps Jin Ling changed his mind and had taken him home anyway. It hurts his heart when he opens his eyes and realises that's not the case.
Some part of him knows there's so many benefits to this, and he is glad to get a chance at family, but he yearns for Jin Ling's presence.
"Hanguang Jun?" He asks softly, groggily, as he sits up a little. At least all the sleep has eased the pain in his throat- the bruising is still there, but it no longer hurts to talk.