Ningyan wished he could say he had expected Han Yunyi to be related to him but he hadn't.
The resemblance was there, yes. The white hair, the strange sense of familiarity. But many beasts had white hair. He hadn't wanted to assume something so significant based on that alone.
They sat around a small table inside the chamber. Yunyi poured tea for Shenzhen first, then for Ningyan, and finally for herself. As she did, a soft smile lingered on her lips. A small smile that made Ningyan's chest warm in a way he didn't quite understand yet.
"Thank you," he said quietly.
He lifted the cup, took a small sip, and stared into the tea. Across from him, Shenzhen took a sip as well then nearly dropped her cup.
"So," she blurted, staring between them, "he's your sister's son, Yunyi-jie? Your nephew?"
"Yes," Yunyi replied calmly. "He has her eyes. And once he said his father was Su Zhaoyan…" Her voice faltered. "Ruyin…"
Her expression creased, as though an old wound had been pressed.
