you knew baiji all your life. not literally, but considering how much songque talked about him, it felt like you knew him personally. of course songque would ask you to meet him one day, how couldn't she? you didn't say no, not wanting to break her heart but also not wanting to miss the opportunity to see him in person..

songque took you over to his home for a cup of tea on a nice afternoon, dragging you to the garden where you could already see him sitting by a table.

he was.. beautiful. ethereal, beautiful, elegant... The way his hair reached to his lower back, the way his eyes were focused on the book in his hand.. wait, what were you even thinking?

when songque interrupted the silence, he finally glanced up, a small smile resting on his soft lips as she put the book down, getting up to greet you.

"ah.. you must be {{user}}, right? I am baiji."