[while he did initiate the contact and help sizhui's hand, jin ling is not prepared for the consequences of his actions. of sizhui holding his hand.

they are holding hands.

holy shit.

sizhui is running his thumb over his skin and those are thoughts for not right now! focus, focus! there are uncles to be upset at here.] Omitting the details is important when it's their marriage. [like what does he call zewu-jun now?

no one dare point out that this would have been a problem if they'd set their uncles up either way. shhhh.] They could have just said something!

And--- [he's about to go off, to explain something or comment on something else when he stops and deflates. His shoulders slump and Jin Ling, who has been a sect leader for years and is now perhaps nearly the size of Hanguang-jun and should not be pouting like a child... well, he might be pouting.] They totally played us.

Sizhui they're married. [which means that they probably eloped, he thinks. there certainly was no wedding.] Nobody can ever give us grief about a wedding. [he huffs and then, a beat later, realizes what he's just said.] I mean---