jiuqing blinks slowly. her gaze flicks from his face, to their surroundings, to the two cups of tea between them. she knows this night, because she'd heard the events of it retold, but she didn't live it. this isn't her memory. it isn't, it can't be.
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what?
jiuqing blinks slowly. her gaze flicks from his face, to their surroundings, to the two cups of tea between them. she knows this night, because she'd heard the events of it retold, but she didn't live it. this isn't her memory. it isn't, it can't be.
it's...]
Sir Chang...?
[this can't be real. it can't be.]