<blockquote>When Liu Qingge is finished, he ties the end off with Shang Qinghua’s usual ribbon. He follows the gesture by patting Shang Qinghua’s shoulder. “Now I know which one you are.”
Shang Qinghua chokes on a laugh. “What are you going to do when it comes out?”
“I’ll just braid it again,” Liu Qingge shrugs.
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in which liu qingge has prosopagnosia, and is determined to recognise shang qinghua.</blockquote>
➤ Originally read this as a threadfic, delighted to find it on ao3!
