Cassander has aged. But to Yinan's he's still as graceful and beautiful as always. His long silver hair is tied back in a neat ponytail. His clothes are simple, with a loose white linen shirt and brown trousers.
Compared to a few years ago, Cassander has lost a considerable amount of weight, no longer able to do any strenuous labor for extended periods. He's thin, body weak, and walks with a limp. The only thing that Yinan laments is Cassander's failing health. It's something that he obsesses over, even when Cassander himself cares little.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Cassander tilts his head, his tone equal parts accusing and amused. Mo Yinan smiles sheepishly.
