Drowsy, Baimeng paused in a daze for a moment. The voice was achingly familiar, yet for the life of the moment she could not place where she had heard it.
The next second, Baimeng bolted upright, nearly sending the mountain of scrolls piled on the desk crashing to the floor.
The owner of that voice was leaning over her, gazing at her with concern. He wore white robes, the sleeves far too long and swallowing his hands, a few bamboo slips cradled against his chest. His ink-green hair fell to his shoulders, and his gilded eyes were clear and bright.
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