It takes him a minute, but the switch finally flips. Kind of difficult for it not to once Xingqiu calls it my own work, though he's realized it before that from the emotion behind his friend's words. No one sounds like that over a book that they just like. He knows the other boy too well for that. No, this is ... more. Much more. Maybe even more than what he's playing it off as.
Tea momentarily forgotten, he blinks at Xingqiu as he absorbs that information. It isn't shocking—his friend has always had literary pursuits—but still a surprise. ]
You wrote it. Why didn't you tell me sooner? [ though he doesn't really need the answer to that. he just said it wasn't popular in Liyue; he was probably embarrassed. so, Chongyun just shakes his head right after. Xingqiu doesn't need to say anything to that. ] No, I get it. Isn't that great, though? Even if it wasn't popular, you wrote a book. Not everyone can do that.
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It takes him a minute, but the switch finally flips. Kind of difficult for it not to once Xingqiu calls it my own work, though he's realized it before that from the emotion behind his friend's words. No one sounds like that over a book that they just like. He knows the other boy too well for that. No, this is ... more. Much more. Maybe even more than what he's playing it off as.
Tea momentarily forgotten, he blinks at Xingqiu as he absorbs that information. It isn't shocking—his friend has always had literary pursuits—but still a surprise. ]
You wrote it. Why didn't you tell me sooner? [ though he doesn't really need the answer to that. he just said it wasn't popular in Liyue; he was probably embarrassed. so, Chongyun just shakes his head right after. Xingqiu doesn't need to say anything to that. ] No, I get it. Isn't that great, though? Even if it wasn't popular, you wrote a book. Not everyone can do that.