[ He slants a look over at Wen Kexing, eyebrows lifting. It's a pretty clear indication of what he thinks about that statement, even without a word. ]

I'll take it into consideration.

[ He says instead, though he turns his wrist so he can grasp Wen Kexing's hand in his own, heedless of how it breaks their connection. It's better this way, anyway; Wen Kexing shouldn't be funneling all of his qi into Zhou Zishu, not when he's no doubt exhausted as well. ]

Lao Wen. I'm really fine. It'll take soem time, but I'm okay.