( He entertains himself by looking at Zhou Zishu from his position of sprawled indolence. It should be uncomfortable but Wen Kexing has never felt better, a silly little smile flickering across his mouth, easy sated breath filling his lungs. He hums, tuneless, tugs once more on the belt like a child demanding attention. )

I think this new life suits you better.

( What does he know, beyond what he can guess? But he feels it anyway. )

I think it suits us both. When we get back, we'll see my girl wed and you cured and then we'll dedicate ourselves to the rest of it. Wandering, wine, each other. ( His vengeance still ticks away in the back of his mind most days, but Zhou Zishu has told him it will be achieved and well, Wen Kexing has had time to think. Maybe his priorities are shifting. ) Poor Chengling will get sick of us.