“Ah, indeed.” An arm sweeps delicately through the air, palm turned to gesture to the seat beside him.
“The tranquility of Chihu Rock at dawn is something to be savored… I believe Wanmin Restaurant should be opening its doors soon, should you have a moment to spare.”
𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.
In the end, he does approach. A cheerful smile plastered on Baizhu's features. Mouth closed to avoid showing his fangs too much.
“ 中离先生 ——— A fine morning, isn't it ? "
His routine remains fixed as ever, down to the minute movements of his hands. A raised cup. A breath across its surface. A light ripple. A small sip.
Zhongli hums into the cup’s rim, golden eyes scanning the surrounding area.
𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢.
▍ 白术. 🌿
💭 [ I wonder if @historiaantiqua.bsky.social would like some company with his tea ... ]
He's watching the other man who is seated a few feet away, pondering whether to approach.
