"Alright." Zichen is struck by the simple request - he doesn't think Xingchen is being kind (though when is he not kind?) but that he really does want him around. The other man has been his home and his heart and he holds onto his hand, afraid he will disappear completely if he lets go.
He blocks out Xue Yang's grating words and restrains his temper. Getting angry solves nothing and it leaves Xingchen in a terrible position. Unacceptable.
The house is a little surprising - but just about any residence would be in this strange land. He hesitates in the doorway before he enters and tries to sit as far from Xue Yang as politely possible.
Maybe after some meditation, he won't feel so sour towards him.
"You knew he was keeping secrets, but knowing his name would have made a great difference." he clenches his hand into a fist at his side, "I spoke to the girl. She was taking me to you, Xingchen."
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He blocks out Xue Yang's grating words and restrains his temper. Getting angry solves nothing and it leaves Xingchen in a terrible position. Unacceptable.
The house is a little surprising - but just about any residence would be in this strange land. He hesitates in the doorway before he enters and tries to sit as far from Xue Yang as politely possible.
Maybe after some meditation, he won't feel so sour towards him.
"You knew he was keeping secrets, but knowing his name would have made a great difference." he clenches his hand into a fist at his side, "I spoke to the girl. She was taking me to you, Xingchen."