( A noise like an alarmed bird, but Wen Kexing is sitting up all the same, loosening Zhou Zishu's robes enough that the other man can shrug the layers off. His expression shifts quickly the minute skin is bared, going from curiously alarmed to wide eyed and then, furious. His hands lift, hover, not quite touching the scars. The ones left from the nails he has seen before, that fateful night that Ye Baiyi let the truth out, and though they are angrier for their removal he at least had been aware of them. There are newer ones though, and cold fury floods throughout Wen Kexing's veins, the tips of his fingers trembling.
They do not look like the marks left by a normal blade. )
Who did this? Who hurt you? I'll go back and I'll kill them.
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They do not look like the marks left by a normal blade. )
Who did this? Who hurt you? I'll go back and I'll kill them.