Qingque is good at reading people; it's a skill she's picked up after years of playing Celestial Jade. Even so, it doesn't take a genius to tell that something is bothering you.

But what, she wonders. She sees it, from the flash of regret in your eyes, to the way you hesitate before reaching to take her hand. This distance feels torturous.

She pops the question on a day like any other, an attempt at reaching you disguised as a simple invitation.

"Wanna play Celestial Jade?"