[ He knows, of course, that there's nothing to be done about the time lost. It makes him a bit melancholy, a realization that he was never going to raise A-Yuan himself and even now as Sizhui, his life was always going to steer away from Wei Wuxian's. Maybe eventually, after he's an adult, things will settle and they could have more time together. But for now, he accepts this as it is.
When he's offered the flower, there's a warm smile in response and he takes it, sniffing it. It smells nice, light and airy, reminds him of Sizhui himself. He makes an idle note to keep it, press it in a book, perhaps.
Then Sizhui is describing his abilities and his eyebrows raise, a soft huh leaving him. ]
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When he's offered the flower, there's a warm smile in response and he takes it, sniffing it. It smells nice, light and airy, reminds him of Sizhui himself. He makes an idle note to keep it, press it in a book, perhaps.
Then Sizhui is describing his abilities and his eyebrows raise, a soft huh leaving him. ]
Did you replant it after?
[ Seems like a waste of a tree. ]