[ He is slightly shocked to hear this, if only because: since when has Sizhui been drinking? Goodness, if only shufu were here, they'd all be in a load of trouble. Not the least, Lan Wangji hadn't even invited him to his wedding.
Ah, well.
He reaches up with his free hand to wipe away the tears on Sizhui's face, not having intended either of them to make him cry. Maybe they're tears of joy or relief, and there's no embarrassment here, but still. He stands up from his seat, only to round the corner of the table and kneel by Sizhui, enveloping him in the long, white sleeves of his embrace. ]
What other choice is there but to support you?
[ Even if they weren't two fathers and one son, they would still be family. And the only time Hanguang-Jun had ever turned his back on his family was to acquire his son. ]
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Ah, well.
He reaches up with his free hand to wipe away the tears on Sizhui's face, not having intended either of them to make him cry. Maybe they're tears of joy or relief, and there's no embarrassment here, but still. He stands up from his seat, only to round the corner of the table and kneel by Sizhui, enveloping him in the long, white sleeves of his embrace. ]
What other choice is there but to support you?
[ Even if they weren't two fathers and one son, they would still be family. And the only time Hanguang-Jun had ever turned his back on his family was to acquire his son. ]