When Wu Yun finds Lan Tian he doesn't know how to tell him what he found in the diary, but he drops it at his feet, and yips, jumping up and down on his front legs.
Lan Tian picks up the diary, and then looks into Wu Yun's anxious dark eyes. "Do you want me to take this to Lu Jiao?"
Wu Yun wiggles his tails and swivels his ears sideways, in a way he hopes convey affirmation.
Lan Tian chuckles and picks him up under the arm, as if he weights nothing. "Let's go then, little fox."
Wu Yun would have bitten his fingers if he wasn't so worried about what he read in Zou Qiao's diary, it gnaws at him like a living thing.
Lan Tian notices his unusual stillness and hurries his steps.
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The calm rustle of the wind through the bamboo shoots just outside Lu Jiao's rooms is at odds with the charged atmosphere inside.
