"Xie Lian himself was the type animals liked; when he’d pet those furry dogs and cats, they’d get comfortable and often throw themselves into his embrace. Who knew that he’d be petting a cold, silver scimitar—that legendary scimitar, no less!—like he would a puppy!"
[Before he only had a single thin braid next to his right cheek, but Xie Lian couldn’t help but braid another one on his left too to match, making him look even more sprightly.
Hua Cheng helplessly pulled at the little braid on his left and grumbled, “As long as gege is happy.”]
"xie lian had thought that after all these years he had cultivated a sufficiently thick skin, but who knew, a pink blush still frequently rose on his face when he was before hua cheng"
xie lian looks like a lost little puppy who's trying to take in everything he's seeing 🥺 little does he know that all of ghost city will soon call him grand uncle ☺