( it's not a smile that touches her lips, not with the rue that joins the gesture, but it is perhaps fond in a sad way. she isn't unmoved by this desperation, by the strength with which he clearly loves lan wangji. the grief that, as ever, grabs hold. )
I make no promises, especially where his hair is concerned.
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I make no promises, especially where his hair is concerned.
( quite fetching hair, it must be said. )
But I will see to him. You have my word.