[ He understands the pain. A little more freshly now, because he's only just realized that an empty hall can be just as painful as one filled with terrible memories. It's a strange thing, finding that the lack can hurt so much. But for Zhou Zishu, he knows it must be worse. The manor was far more beloved and comforting, and going home for Zhou Zishu has always been difficult. He remembers waking up with his zhiji at night and hearing his pain. He knows what the man fears by looking over the grounds: he doesn't want to stare into his own hollow disappointment.

Wen Kexing suddenly tightens his grasp on Zhou Zishu, sharp and rough and wild like he really is. He marches forward, easily flanking and almost stepping ahead of him, stopping just short of leading the way himself. ]

A-Xu, don't forget, I'm the lord of three thousand ghosts. No matter what we find, I can command it. If the manor needs servants, I'll call them up. If there are enemies, I'll destroy them all! They all have to obey me, so don't worry. Your wife will defend our home.