"Lan-xiongzhang," he murmurs, shuffling rabbits off his lap to rise and bow in greeting. He's not like Jiang Cheng to Jiang Yanli; he doesn't simply casually sit back down, or resume his sprawl. He stands there, white rabbits milling about his feet, at attention like he's a soldier ready for war.
Lan Xichen will tell him his purpose when he's good and ready. He always approaches soft; it's his brother's nature to be yielding, where Lan Zhan does not know how to bend with the wind.
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Date: 2020-10-15 04:43 am (UTC)Lan Xichen will tell him his purpose when he's good and ready. He always approaches soft; it's his brother's nature to be yielding, where Lan Zhan does not know how to bend with the wind.