[ Jin Ling isn't too much different. The pinks blend into red and vise versa. The color stays worm and sweet. It is driving him completely insane having to deal with his emotions being further worn on his sleeve.

Not that it's hard to determine how he is feeling with his facial expressions alone. Jin Ling can't even stop his loose lips from confessing more than he like to Sizhui. It's earnest and caring at most. Sizhui has been nothing but kind to him. Sizhui and Jingyi, even all the Lan Wangjis, his jiujiu, even the Wei Wuxian that he doesn't know very well. There are just too many people. Yes, that hole is dug pretty deep and Sizhui is winning this game clearly. Jin Ling tries to keep himself collected at the laugh. ]

You always said that it's the thought that counts right?! Who cares what it looks like! [ Well, that's something he will normally say, but not with such emotions. Woops! ]

... That's a snake right...? [ It reminded him of a serpent actually, but it's not bad. ]