Huaisang's gaze fell to the table to between them, seemingly focused on the tea cup in his hands. Ah what had he been up to before this? What had inspired him to trifle with Jiang Wanyin? Silently he cursed that other version of himself and could only wonder at what the motivation had been.

"Did I ..." Huaisang glanced up for a fraction of a moment then back down. "Do I owe you an apology? Granted, I am completely unaware of what happened before and I will not press for details. But it was still me, after a fashion. And, well, I hope I did nothing that would harm our friendship, whatever remains of it from our youth."

He sincerely hoped that he had not taken the over indulgences of this realm and allowed it overwhelm his good sense. Truly, he knew better after the time spent avenging his brother. Unless he had run a little wild after the stress of the last years being lifted from him?