[ Wen Kexing forgets, sometimes, how much of a coward his zhiji is. A blind spot of his, perhaps. Zhou Zishu's hand tightens slightly on his wrist before he makes himself loosen the grip again.
How can he explain what he's even afraid of? Which state of the manor would the worst to find? Pristine as in his earliest memories, but completely empty? The worn-down wreck he'd let it fall into? The burned out husk it truly is now? ]
What good would a manor be for only the two of us?
[ No less than it was for three, really. But Zhou Zishu isn't looking at him as he speaks. ]
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How can he explain what he's even afraid of? Which state of the manor would the worst to find? Pristine as in his earliest memories, but completely empty? The worn-down wreck he'd let it fall into? The burned out husk it truly is now? ]
What good would a manor be for only the two of us?
[ No less than it was for three, really. But Zhou Zishu isn't looking at him as he speaks. ]