It's harder to separate from Lan Zhan than he thought it would be. For a moment, he just stares at his lips, seized by the sudden impulse to just kiss them. Wei Ying holds himself back, though; contrary to popular belief, he does have some semblance of control when sufficiently motivated enough to use it. He knows from experience, or thinks he knows from what pieces he can recall that they tend to get easily sidetracked when things like that start happening.
Wei Ying has a feeling that If they don't go to that apartment now, they never will. It's important that they take a look, at least, so he steps back a bit, opening the folder to the proper page and points.
"It says that it's here at this address. I don't know the name of the building but there's a photo here, too, and it looks like the places around here so..."
He hands over the photo in the file for him to inspect.
"I don't recognize it so I think it was built after my time."
However long ago that was. Wei Ying used to know this ward like the back of his hand, though. If he'd seen this building, he'd remember it. Or it's simply one of many memories that seem have been deleted somehow.
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on 2020-01-29 03:18 am (UTC)Wei Ying has a feeling that If they don't go to that apartment now, they never will. It's important that they take a look, at least, so he steps back a bit, opening the folder to the proper page and points.
"It says that it's here at this address. I don't know the name of the building but there's a photo here, too, and it looks like the places around here so..."
He hands over the photo in the file for him to inspect.
"I don't recognize it so I think it was built after my time."
However long ago that was. Wei Ying used to know this ward like the back of his hand, though. If he'd seen this building, he'd remember it. Or it's simply one of many memories that seem have been deleted somehow.