( He blinks, guilt bleeding into his expression. It's not like Wen Kexing knows what the him of the future had been thinking, but he can guess at it. Maybe he thought Zhou Zishu would never know, a flimsy excuse. Maybe he'd thought he wouldn't care. Or maybe he'd just been blinded by his need for vengeance.
no subject
For now he swallows, clears his throat. )
I won't.
( Fake his own death, anyway. )
I wouldn't have meant to hurt you, Ah-Xu.