[ Wen Kexing stays in place, held by Zhou Zishu's hands and by the echo of another that once comforted him. At first he doesn't know who he's really looking at, staring up at Zhou Zishu's face as if he can't quite make him out. But after hearing his name and hearing that question, the confusion clears and leaves behind wide-eyed pain.
He opens his mouth to say something, maybe to protest, but his grip tightens on his lover's arms instead. ]
I can't be left behind. And I can't leave them behind. Even though I want to... They don't deserve it.
[ It's a strange thought to have. He had always been happy to blame the Valley ghosts for their crimes and abandon them to the judgment of the rest of the world, be it Ye Beiyi or anyone else. But staying with Zhou Zishu had been what really made the difference. Maybe Mount Qingya didn't deserve to stand right next to the beloved Four Seasons, but Zhou Zishu had never left him. Wen Kexing breathes out, letting the anger and sadness fill the empty space around them. ]
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He opens his mouth to say something, maybe to protest, but his grip tightens on his lover's arms instead. ]
I can't be left behind. And I can't leave them behind. Even though I want to... They don't deserve it.
[ It's a strange thought to have. He had always been happy to blame the Valley ghosts for their crimes and abandon them to the judgment of the rest of the world, be it Ye Beiyi or anyone else. But staying with Zhou Zishu had been what really made the difference. Maybe Mount Qingya didn't deserve to stand right next to the beloved Four Seasons, but Zhou Zishu had never left him. Wen Kexing breathes out, letting the anger and sadness fill the empty space around them. ]
I'm sorry I brought it here.