"Yeah, for some reason it really seemed to piss him off," says Shen Yuan. He sips his wine, still directly from the bottle. "Do you, um. Do you think it could've been about Bingge? Like--we technically were spending a lot of time together, before--you know. Even if it wasn't the same Binghe. But how could Madam Meiyin have known I would meet a Binghe who doesn't want to kill me, here?" He has a thought. "Are you sure you made her up?"
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Date: 2024-01-18 04:02 pm (UTC)