[ He's never actually been inside this room before, even though he can place it immediately. He walks in and makes himself at home, studying the room, committing it to his vast memory.
He admires the carvings of the lotus motif everywhere, and feels like he can really see where Wei Ying's heart lies in this room. Somehow it feels private, like a secret. ]
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He admires the carvings of the lotus motif everywhere, and feels like he can really see where Wei Ying's heart lies in this room. Somehow it feels private, like a secret. ]