"Of Qing." Yan Bingyun looks at him in surprise, bordering offense. How can anyone not know of Qing? It's unthinkable to him.

"Surely you know of it." He can't accept anything else. For some reason...for some reason it almost terrifies him. His heart starts beating faster in his chest, and Bingyun takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. An attempt to calm it.