[ There is silence for long, long moments yet. Then Sizhui makes a small sound that's. Not quite a sob, but very odd anyway, sets his cup down, and shifts to throw his arms around Jin Ling. Loosely, in case the hug is not welcome, but ... yes, that is definitely a hug, awkward and a little shaky. ]

Yes. [ Barely more than a breath. ] I am Lan Sizhui. I choose to be Lan Sizhui. Not in the least because this way I can stand by your side. Thank you for seeing that I am that, too.

[ ... Yeah, Sizhui doesn't get embarrassed easily. And, for once, he does need the physical contact. To reassure him that Jin Ling's choice is not just his dream, but, in fact, reality. ]