[ If Yanli claimed to be second-best at reading a potentially fraught situation in her family, no one would claim to be first. Zixuan, beaming and proud, holding her close in that way that sends warmth singing through every part of her. The boy - A-Ling? Is he really? But he's so big, so handsome, a dashing young lord - looking at them with familiar eyes gone huge and suspiciously damp.
The impossibility of Jin Ling standing here is only beaten out by the impossibility that Zixuan would lie to her about this. ]
This is our A-Ling? [ How can this be, she wants to ask, but the contrast between their expressions is suddenly intolerable, and she opens her arms to Jin Ling with only a moment's hesitation. ]
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The impossibility of Jin Ling standing here is only beaten out by the impossibility that Zixuan would lie to her about this. ]
This is our A-Ling? [ How can this be, she wants to ask, but the contrast between their expressions is suddenly intolerable, and she opens her arms to Jin Ling with only a moment's hesitation. ]