[ That eye-contact lingers as he bows back, leaving in comfortable silence.
The night passes with an ease he hasn't felt in weeks, not since his last spiral. He sleeps well and rises even before the bell, feeling energized enough to eat the breakfast brought to the Hanshi and dressing in pale blues. The library pavilion is cool but he wears no thick layer, used to it after a lifetime, and by the time Jiang Cheng arrives there are a few sheets of carefully copied text from the crumbling book carefully set aside on Xichen's desk.
A second desk has been set up nearby, with similar utensils for writing. ]
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The night passes with an ease he hasn't felt in weeks, not since his last spiral. He sleeps well and rises even before the bell, feeling energized enough to eat the breakfast brought to the Hanshi and dressing in pale blues. The library pavilion is cool but he wears no thick layer, used to it after a lifetime, and by the time Jiang Cheng arrives there are a few sheets of carefully copied text from the crumbling book carefully set aside on Xichen's desk.
A second desk has been set up nearby, with similar utensils for writing. ]