[ Xiao... daozhang. And inquiries. No matter the turn of the evening, he knows this: master Xiao Xingchen has proven scarce, like dwindled sunset. He cares nothing for brazen assignments, less for theatrics.
If he is sought, then aught is amiss with his manner, this game they play, of... artistry. Acting. ]
Master Xiao Xingchen has drawn interest or ire?
[ These... parts they have been assigned, their natures twisted, questioning. Lan Wangji has studied his own, only to find its heart perverse, its purpose distant. How can he engage long enough to grasp it?
no subject
If he is sought, then aught is amiss with his manner, this game they play, of... artistry. Acting. ]
Master Xiao Xingchen has drawn interest or ire?
[ These... parts they have been assigned, their natures twisted, questioning. Lan Wangji has studied his own, only to find its heart perverse, its purpose distant. How can he engage long enough to grasp it?
He need not even try. ]