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Yue Qingyan used to go around Qing Jing Peak a lot – Sometimes more than any would want, none-less it was never taken badly or frowned upon even if he never actually stepped inside.
Of course not, he was not only the strongest but one of the most caring people you could meet. So everyone at the peak wondered, what was stopping him from entering those bamboo walls?
Disciples came and went, just as days did - And the question remained each time. Longingly looking towards a house, was Yue Qingyan searching for a home?
Shen Qingqiu’s heart was not the warmest, most could say. Even the words of his mouth came out as cold, strong - Cutting through you when needed, and not said at all if not. He had his ideas to pin down his head, that the anger between thoughts couldn't be repressed no more at times.
There were never an actual reason or someone who called it out, Shen Qingqiu was a lord - a lord in times of need, and a greedy one. That's sometimes what development needs, to push forward more and more.
But Yue Qingyan wondered.
Would the rots, covered in water that were supposed to help them grow - crave for air? Will the cut down bamboo put themselves together after such a strong slice?
He wished to cultivate a forgotten flower once again, one that he personally left to overflow in water.
Speaking with the warmest words, a tone compared to the sun - That one that makes your skin boil and you only notice the burning once it's getting late caught the attention of a lost Shen Qingqiu, sitting down.
“ Xiao . . . Shidi — “
. . . The elder saw how Shen Qingqiu huffed, a loud click was heard from the noise of the fan closing, one that seemed so nicely put on his hands.
His eyes were not to be seen, fixated on nothing but the table, making the elder sigh. Sigh softly between his lips, as if containing all his air could help him to get over all the emotions between them.
Silence was common between them, too common for Yue Qingyan’s liking. Too peaceful to Shen Qingqiu’s liking.
So he spoke, not with a tender tone. With one that was cold, slow, murderous. “ That is not the name of a peak lord, Shixiong. “
Yue Qingyan could hear him moving slightly, probably moving to stand more afar from him, making him pay so much attention to the steps. They were fast, but almost unhearable; the soft sound of the tip of the feet sliding in the floor was enough for his heart to shake in place, unknown if it was anxiety or sadness.
“ I apologize, Shen — “ Yue Qingyan half answered.
“ Why did you come? “ The younger one talked, spitting words. “ I don't need your pity now. I don't need you now. I don't — “
Silence.
“ I apologize, Xiao-Jiu. “
Yet he never heard those words.