[Xichen has been experimenting, which means he's put away his usual white and blue silks and shining hair ornaments in favour of plain linens and a neat, but simple ponytail. Well, not completely plain; he's been trying out oil paints with a great deal of success, which shows in the colourful stains on what have become his 'painting clothes'. There's even a smear of cobalt blue across his cheek, and the room smells strongly of linseed oil and turpentine. There's an easel and a hastily covered canvas set up by an array of brushes and palettes, and a thick tarp laid out on the floor to protect the wood and rugs from damage.
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He smiles warmly as he greets Jin Guangyao.]
A-Yao. Is everything alright? ...Please, come in.