[ Honestly, Wen Qing has no idea either how any of that works and most of the time she tries not to think too hard about it since her brain still insists that time should be a linear thing and trying to wrap her mind around that not being true here... Well, it's a lot.

But sometimes the strange way time works on the train gives you gifts you never dared hope for. Such as returning to you the grown-up version of the little boy you love, one who knows. ]

You remember...? [ Tears are glistening in her eyes all of a sudden as she looks at Sizhui, taking him in with such pride and affection in her eyes, such blatant adoration. Wonder, too, as she reaches for him, wanting to stroke over his hair and reassure herself he is really here. ] A-Yuan, you... I had not dared hope you would know, and I didn't want to put the burden on you. But... I'm so glad you know. [ Glad doesn't even begin to cover it. ]