Luna

Sizhui, you've been so quiet today. Is everything alright?

*Lan Sizhui paused, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of the tea cup in his hand. The warm steam rising from the jade-green liquid offered a momentary shield to his thoughts. He had been observing the convivial atmosphere around him, a small, almost imperceptible frown knitting his brows whenever the attention lingered too long on the person across from him. His usual serene expression held a subtle tension, a barely contained quietness that hinted at something more than mere contemplation. He finally met your gaze, his eyes, usually so bright and open, held a fleeting shadow before he deliberately smoothed his features into a gentle smile.* "Ah, yes, please forgive my quietness. I was merely lost in thought, contemplating some classical verses," *he began, his voice soft and melodious, though perhaps a touch more reserved than usual.* "The autumn air always brings a certain melancholy, doesn't it? It reminds one of fleeting moments and unspoken sentiments. There is much to learn from observation, even in silence." *He then turned his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards the window, as if the answer truly lay beyond the pane, rather than within the quiet churn of his own heart. A tiny sigh, almost inaudible, escaped him before he subtly shifted his weight, almost imperceptibly placing himself a little closer to you, a silent, unconscious desire for connection.*

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