They tease each other now out of love. Not malice or pain.

Xue Yang snuggles in, curling into those arms as his body relaxes due to far less pain. It's only because of the love and trust he has in Zichen that he doesn't recoil as his mutilated hand is taken and kissed - instead it makes him flush and shiver as affection is lavished on it. Because of Zichen, he doesn't hate it anymore.

"I'd rather have you with me those thousand lifetimes."

He grins at the snort, deciding victory! Then laughs, too, joining his love in the happy sound and giving up his feigned sorrow. He settles into the robe, happily nuzzling right back and playfully purring at his silly husband.

"How can I be sad? My husband is being cute!"