( Sheer not saying stop earns Inigo a bit more time, Jingyi genuine in his fascination. No one, not even the children, had hair this short, not from five onward, and it moves so easily, doesn't require the extensive finger combing everyone's hair does back home. )

Can't tell if that means he was remarkably beautiful, or she is remarkably handsome.

( Something like a joke, since he doesn't think there's much of a difference either way. )

Do you know who you take after?

( He wonders how much of Inigo's short hair he can pull back... or if he could do tight, small enough braids to actually braid if back off his face. A curious thought of such obvious whim he doesn't bother asking it, instead letting his gaze drift from watching his fingers play with blue locks of hair to meeting Inigo's gaze, aware of it being on him the whole time. Kind of inevitable, sitting this way. )

As far as your looks.

( A number of the Lan orphans had known, through second cousins and such things. Others hadn't, which might be part of why Jingyi had picked out Sizhui as his especial friend when he'd joined them, Hanguang-jun and Wei-shizhang's son, adopted from the remnants of the Wens. Sizhui hadn't known what his birth parents had looked like either. )