Wen Kexing's deliberate choice of where to drink from isn't subtle in the
least, and it makes Zhou Zishu want to smile, tugging at the corner of his
lips. This silly man. Doesn't he know he doesn't need to do things like
that anymore?
Ah.
No, he doesn't. Because he's missing the information that Zishu has.
Missing what they've gone through. It sends grief streaking through Zhou
Zishu in a way reminiscent of how it felt when he thought Wen Kexing had
died.
"A few months after that," he says carefully. He reaches up to his hair,
though he doesn't touch the stick safely tucked into the long locks. "And
you did, yes. You chased-- You chased away the person who was helping me to
take over yourself, as though you're nothing more than a servant." Or a
spouse. "Do you want it back?"
He doesn't want to give it back, but it isn't fair to keep it when Wen
Kexing didn't even know he's gifted it.
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Wen Kexing's deliberate choice of where to drink from isn't subtle in the least, and it makes Zhou Zishu want to smile, tugging at the corner of his lips. This silly man. Doesn't he know he doesn't need to do things like that anymore?
Ah.
No, he doesn't. Because he's missing the information that Zishu has. Missing what they've gone through. It sends grief streaking through Zhou Zishu in a way reminiscent of how it felt when he thought Wen Kexing had died.
"A few months after that," he says carefully. He reaches up to his hair, though he doesn't touch the stick safely tucked into the long locks. "And you did, yes. You chased-- You chased away the person who was helping me to take over yourself, as though you're nothing more than a servant." Or a spouse. "Do you want it back?"
He doesn't want to give it back, but it isn't fair to keep it when Wen Kexing didn't even know he's gifted it.