[ let the record show, maleficent "mal" bertha hadn't been snooping; she has more respect for her friend than that. the paper seemed to have slipped under the cot and she picked it up in case it was important and she is now sitting cross-legged on his cot, sandals on the floor, locks of blue-purple slipping free of the messy bun perched atop her head. ]
Who's Lan Zhan? [ she asks without looking up from the list as soon as she hears wei wuxian come close. ]
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Who's Lan Zhan? [ she asks without looking up from the list as soon as she hears wei wuxian come close. ]