[ There are no further texts, Jiang Cheng hastening to Jin Ling's location, checking it every few minutes to make sure the fool boy hasn't changed his mind and decided to run away again. When Jin Ling's silhouette comes into sight, Jiang Cheng hops off his sword, sheathes it, and jogs the rest of the way to his nephew's side. ]
...A-Ling.
[ Grimacing, he falls silent, visibly struggling with what to even say. ]
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...A-Ling.
[ Grimacing, he falls silent, visibly struggling with what to even say. ]