<blockquote>“Xiao Jiu, it’s me. Yue Qi. Qi-Ge.” He says the words softly, like he’s telling a secret.
More names? He’s barely gotten used to Shen QingQiu. He winces, but Yue QingYuan seems to take that as encouragement.
“It’s better that I did not ask in front of Mu-Shidi, is it not? But Xiao Jiu, if you remember anything, surely you remember that. Surely you remember Qi-Ge.”
Shen Jiu's spirit survives the fever. His memory doesn't. </blockquote>
➤ does the camelcase names which I find hard to read but it's an enjoyable fic anyway
