[ Xichen's smile warms and he shakes his head at the kind offer. ]
I would protect him whether I knew he had someone to return to or not.
[ The hairstick Zhou Zishu wears tells Xichen all he needs to know about how Wen Kexing feels for his zhiji. He thinks back to the little stone house in the jungle, decorated in overflowing hanging baskets of white flowers that Xichen tended, two beds neatly set beside each other after he scolded Wen Kexing for living outside like a hermit, and the simple wooden hairstick he carved for himself as he began to care once again about his appearance as a result of the constant, cheerful company. He can still feel that hairstick in his sleeve, secreted away like a prized possession in case this realm shifts again and he does not have time to look elsewhere for it.
He is like a spare accessory, he supposes, and it doesn't feel like more than a bruise on his heart. Xichen is so happy that Wen Kexing is already loved. ]
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I would protect him whether I knew he had someone to return to or not.
[ The hairstick Zhou Zishu wears tells Xichen all he needs to know about how Wen Kexing feels for his zhiji. He thinks back to the little stone house in the jungle, decorated in overflowing hanging baskets of white flowers that Xichen tended, two beds neatly set beside each other after he scolded Wen Kexing for living outside like a hermit, and the simple wooden hairstick he carved for himself as he began to care once again about his appearance as a result of the constant, cheerful company. He can still feel that hairstick in his sleeve, secreted away like a prized possession in case this realm shifts again and he does not have time to look elsewhere for it.
He is like a spare accessory, he supposes, and it doesn't feel like more than a bruise on his heart. Xichen is so happy that Wen Kexing is already loved. ]
As I said, he is my friend.