Mm. [the softest noise of affirmation as they continue moving along. luckily, that's a memory sizhui had recalled back then, all thanks to the reed butterflies; the one he'd bought himself and the one wen ning had gifted him.
nevertheless, he isn't expecting his father to buy him anything at the market when they're going for food, yet the pinwheel gets passed his way and he accepts without hesitation, grinning wide. maybe he shouldn't be so easily delighted by something as simple as this, but it's a present from lan wangji, who could likely hand him a literal rock and he'd love it.
he holds the stick between his fingers, gently waving the pinwheel so it spins while they walk, carefully avoiding any passersby. softly, just for their ears alone, the boy murmurs,] Thank you.
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nevertheless, he isn't expecting his father to buy him anything at the market when they're going for food, yet the pinwheel gets passed his way and he accepts without hesitation, grinning wide. maybe he shouldn't be so easily delighted by something as simple as this, but it's a present from lan wangji, who could likely hand him a literal rock and he'd love it.
he holds the stick between his fingers, gently waving the pinwheel so it spins while they walk, carefully avoiding any passersby. softly, just for their ears alone, the boy murmurs,] Thank you.