Xingchen listens closely to the sound of his voice, tries not to be distracted by his touch - he's somewhat unsuccessful there, tipping his face more into Xue Yang's touch before he can stop himself.

But he hears sincerity in his voice. It's no act, Xiao Xingchen chooses to believe that.

"I trust you."

Not only to not do harm, but also to not be harmed.

"Pick up your sword again." He smirks gently. "It's too heavy for me anyway."