( it's astonishing, seeing that boy she first met flicker across the sect leader's face. wen qing allows herself a bigger smile as she pushes the door to the side, welcoming him into her personal space. the accommodations are humble, though still a far cry from where she used to be, a breath away from begging in the streets to survive. there is a still-hot kettle on the table, wrapped in cloth with two cups next to it.
as she turns away from him to close the door, the blush on her cheeks comes into full force and she needs a moment to steady herself before facing him again. )
I am very glad you have come, ( she confesses quietly, gesturing for him to join her at the table. )
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as she turns away from him to close the door, the blush on her cheeks comes into full force and she needs a moment to steady herself before facing him again. )
I am very glad you have come, ( she confesses quietly, gesturing for him to join her at the table. )
Please, sit.