"Not yet," says Shen Qingqiu. Unless you count the lotuses and bamboo he'd decorated Luo Binghe's invitation to talk with. Once again—all roads lead there. "But—maybe I will." He regards Galahad, sitting there, pale head bowed, his hands busy with their careful work. "Have you ever sat for a portrait?"
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Date: 2023-10-26 05:19 pm (UTC)