[ As he rounds the corner to stand in the doorway of her room, he freezes just for a long moment. Ever since Jiang Wanyin told him the horrible truths of what would come to pass after the last moment Jin Zixuan's world froze in time... He's tried to avoid thinking about it as anything based in reality. It's been fiction, largely, as far as he's concerned. Sure, he was faced with the hard truth of the grown son who is here and who very much grew up without father or mother, but... Somehow that fact is detached from the necessity of Yanli dying. He can accept his own death, but hers...? It was too much to bear thinking about.
And now here she is, looking so small and so frail. And-- Crying?
Oh no. She's crying. Did he do something wrong? Was he lost in thought for too long a moment?
He rushes to her bedside and kneels, grasping her hands in his own. ]
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And now here she is, looking so small and so frail. And-- Crying?
Oh no. She's crying. Did he do something wrong? Was he lost in thought for too long a moment?
He rushes to her bedside and kneels, grasping her hands in his own. ]
A-Li, don't cry. I'm here. It's alright.