( He feels so light, Wen Kexing tries not to let that fact sink in, making sure Zhou Zishu has his fill of the water before he places the cup back down. Then he's lifting a hand, using his sleeve to dab at the corner of his mouth. )
You'd say you were fine if you were on fire, Ah-Xu.
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You'd say you were fine if you were on fire, Ah-Xu.
( Pot, kettle. )
Do you need anything else? More water?