It's better, he thinks, for Lan Xichen to imagine the loss of Jin Guangyao as something to be sad and frustrated over rather than the pure agony and hurt that his elder had shown; it is better that he has yet to experience such suffering. Jiang Cheng doesn't want to see that kind of expression on his face either, so he reminds himself to tuck those words away for another time in the future.
"I am sure he's happier for it, given the nature of the train."
He waves his hand, finally going back to his tea, cool enough to drink without scalding his tongue. He's just about ready to go into a proper conversation about his nephew, his training, his pride in the young man and all of the things that come with it when Xichen continues and he realises he can't quite avoid the inevitable, not really.
Instead, he suddenly forgets how to use his voice in any way, shape or form, staring at the other Sect Leader before he musters something, surely looking more foolish the more he continues.
"Yes, I did." Surely it would be easier if he had a matchmaker with him, or even - and this shows the depth of his momentary insanity - Wei Wuxian. "I wanted to speak to you about the time we have spent together."
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"I am sure he's happier for it, given the nature of the train."
He waves his hand, finally going back to his tea, cool enough to drink without scalding his tongue. He's just about ready to go into a proper conversation about his nephew, his training, his pride in the young man and all of the things that come with it when Xichen continues and he realises he can't quite avoid the inevitable, not really.
Instead, he suddenly forgets how to use his voice in any way, shape or form, staring at the other Sect Leader before he musters something, surely looking more foolish the more he continues.
"Yes, I did." Surely it would be easier if he had a matchmaker with him, or even - and this shows the depth of his momentary insanity - Wei Wuxian. "I wanted to speak to you about the time we have spent together."