Shen Jiu was playing the guqin, one hand pressing on the strings, the other plucking and strumming gently. It was a peaceful sound, reverberating through the room and settling the air with a serene weight.

That was, until Shen Yuan came walking in. Shen Jiu sighs deeply, pausing his hands to look at him pointedly. Shen Yuan extends the fan he was holding towards him. The edge of it is stained slightly crimson, and there's a cloth wrapped around his free hand.

"Jiu-ge, since when was the fan sharp?" He asks, and Shen Jiu rolls his eyes.

"Since always. It's a battle fan." Shen Jiu deadpans.

Shen Yuan pinches his nosebridge. "And I've just been careless with it this whole time? Great..."