[ Xue Yang doesn't say anything in reply. After all, he's not the sort to comment on whether something is "beautiful" or not.
(If he thinks about it hard enough, he could probably remember that Xiao Xingchen may be the only person or thing he's ever mentally described as such, but he's not going to be dwelling on memories like those at the moment.)
He thought this sight would be interesting, unusual even back where they came from, the sort of thing Xiao Xingchen might have missed entirely. Not that he wouldn't have brought Xiao Xingchen along on a boat ride without this sight at the end anyway. But it adds a nice touch when he's already doing more for Xiao Xingchen than anyone else ever can or will.
Before he realizes it his gaze has drifted back to Xiao Xingchen's face, taking in his expression of wonderment. Something burns slightly deep in Xue Yang, twisting in a way that he doesn't like. Why? Though he doesn't actually want to know the answer, he just wants it to stop. He doesn't like that feeling.
The puppets had said that this water was good for swimming if one desired ("or needed it") so he reaches over the side of the boat, cups some water, and splashes it on his face, all disturbing Xiao Xingchen in his lap as little as possible. The cool sensation seems to settle down whatever that uncomfortable sensation was, at any rate. ]
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(If he thinks about it hard enough, he could probably remember that Xiao Xingchen may be the only person or thing he's ever mentally described as such, but he's not going to be dwelling on memories like those at the moment.)
He thought this sight would be interesting, unusual even back where they came from, the sort of thing Xiao Xingchen might have missed entirely. Not that he wouldn't have brought Xiao Xingchen along on a boat ride without this sight at the end anyway. But it adds a nice touch when he's already doing more for Xiao Xingchen than anyone else ever can or will.
Before he realizes it his gaze has drifted back to Xiao Xingchen's face, taking in his expression of wonderment. Something burns slightly deep in Xue Yang, twisting in a way that he doesn't like. Why? Though he doesn't actually want to know the answer, he just wants it to stop. He doesn't like that feeling.
The puppets had said that this water was good for swimming if one desired ("or needed it") so he reaches over the side of the boat, cups some water, and splashes it on his face, all disturbing Xiao Xingchen in his lap as little as possible. The cool sensation seems to settle down whatever that uncomfortable sensation was, at any rate. ]