HYMN OF PAST
Cian Xia, still blushing, replied softly,
"Wun Lan… you know I hate to repeat myself.”
“I know, I know,” Wun Lan admitted, a teasing lilt in his voice.
“But I didn’t quite hear you.”
Cian Xia sighed and repeated his answer, his cheeks burning brighter.
“Mn.”
Overjoyed, Wun Lan can't help, but let out a triumphant shout, spinning around like a madman. Cian Xia’s blush deepened.
“Yes! Yes! He said yes!” Wun Lan cheered.
“Wun Lan, not so loud…” Cian Xia approached, embarrassed.
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