[ Unlike his normal reckless, volatile actions, Wen Kexing remains still for a moment after Stephen dismisses the extra walnuts. He frowns to himself, looking at the places they had been lying. Lips pressed together and brow furrowed, he seems to mentally count what is lacking in that space, chewing on the logic of it in irritated silence while he reassesses the tentmate with a new perspective.
When Zhou Zishu asks his question, Wen Kexing's eyes go directly to Stephen's. He waits, wanting the answer, but can't seem to hold it in long enough and finally speaks with a great deal less fire than he started with initially. ]
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When Zhou Zishu asks his question, Wen Kexing's eyes go directly to Stephen's. He waits, wanting the answer, but can't seem to hold it in long enough and finally speaks with a great deal less fire than he started with initially. ]
So they were all fakes.