Don't die, he means, don't leave me. The fingers against Zhou Zishu's neck twitch, and he heaves out a sigh, finding the wine from between them and leaning away only to place it carefully where it won't be knocked and spilled. Then he's shifting to his knees, a hand on each of Zhou Zishu's shoulders, squeezing. He's too skinny, even now, and Wen Kexing has to wonder what he spent the months doing if not searching desperately for a cure or trying his best to fatten him up.
"You're going to be fine."
If he says it often enough, firmly enough, then maybe it will be true.
"I'll ask around, mm?"
He should have been doing so before. He's wasted so much time simply expecting he would return home and Ye Baiyi would have pulled through. How foolish.
"Now stop being maudlin, or I won't let you drink anymore."
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Don't die, he means, don't leave me. The fingers against Zhou Zishu's neck twitch, and he heaves out a sigh, finding the wine from between them and leaning away only to place it carefully where it won't be knocked and spilled. Then he's shifting to his knees, a hand on each of Zhou Zishu's shoulders, squeezing. He's too skinny, even now, and Wen Kexing has to wonder what he spent the months doing if not searching desperately for a cure or trying his best to fatten him up.
"You're going to be fine."
If he says it often enough, firmly enough, then maybe it will be true.
"I'll ask around, mm?"
He should have been doing so before. He's wasted so much time simply expecting he would return home and Ye Baiyi would have pulled through. How foolish.
"Now stop being maudlin, or I won't let you drink anymore."