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“Shizun,” Yuwen Song observes, at some point, “you certainly spend a lot of time with Yan Wushi.”
“Hm.” Shen Qiao does not deign to give a proper answer. “Distracted.”
“Shizun,” he persists, “do you remember what I said, when we were travelling together? That you think often of Yan Wushi? He causes problems for you often, doesn’t he?”
“Focus, Qilang,” Shen Qiao raises his eyebrows at him. Yuwen Song is not chastised, but he looks meaningfully at Shen Qiao, returning to his fifth attempt at mastering the form.
Shen Qiao thinks, exasperated, indeed he does, even at this very moment.