Teetering into ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ﹐𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒒𝒊𝒖. ‍'s room with a tray of mooncakes, sesame balls, candied hawthorn and tangyuan.

She shook her head slowly as she chewed on her lip, bending to one knee to set it all down as carefully as possible... Alas, a sesame ball sought escape. "Ying-jie helped me with the hot parts. And the sharp parts too."

Tripping over her own feet.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹠̲﹠̲⠀⠀⠀盛錫鋒 Sheng Xifeng ⠀

Falling asleep sitting up.

Flop. Bàba's lap is the safest pillow.

Shuffling over with her little bowl and her dumplings. She's already full. "Wei-Shix.... Wei-Shi-...... Wei-Gege!"

She pouted slightly. "But, Wei-Gege... I can't eat anymore.... and I don't want anyone to think I dont like the food, or that I'm naughty for not eating, but my tummy hurts and I can't have anymore..."

She held the bowl out to him, a little bow. She was desperately trying to big all good and formal and proper... she was just young and it was clumsy.

She shook her head. "No! Wei-Gege is helping A-Xifeng..." She's not exactly sure what 'debt' means, but she's heard people respond like this before. She's not sure what graceful is, either, but she thinks it's a nice thing. "Wei-Gege is really pretty."

She feels really funny doing this breathing thing that Shizun showed her. Like butterflies and warm syrup and... silk.... summer rain... sunlight... a warm breeze that makes you relax with a smile and a little sigh... like the warmth of a stone bench in summer...

She did as she was told, peeking an eye open to check her posture against his. ".... what's a meridi-thingy?"

Birdie? 🥺

She's distracted by birdie now.

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Watching it.. .. ˢʰⁱᵗ...

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