There is something affecting Jiang Cheng, who is usually sharper than a dagger being tossed for fun; he never misses much of anything. The fact he's stumbling over his words and his memories are clouded is reason enough for Xichen to squeeze his arm, trying to reassure him.
"It's alright, well done for remembering. What the last thing you did back home, before entering this ... realm?"
Gently prodding for information, he keeps a weather eye on the expression he's faced with.
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There is something affecting Jiang Cheng, who is usually sharper than a dagger being tossed for fun; he never misses much of anything. The fact he's stumbling over his words and his memories are clouded is reason enough for Xichen to squeeze his arm, trying to reassure him.
"It's alright, well done for remembering. What the last thing you did back home, before entering this ... realm?"
Gently prodding for information, he keeps a weather eye on the expression he's faced with.
"Do you remember me going into seclusion?"