Hearing Zichen repeat his own words solidifies them in a way. He's okay. But then Xingchen has always appreciated the friendship they shared and the trust that had built up between them. If Zichen said something was so, then of course it was true. If he finds no reason to doubt Xingchen's assessment of himself, then Xingchen must truly be fine.
Well, as fine as one can be in his situation, but it could definitely be worse.
What gives him pause is Zichen's insistence that there are no corpses around, despite Shuanghua's incessant and silent warning. He frowns, unable to make sense of it, but he trusts Zichen. "Of course. Fuxue will keep you safe." Another comfort, that Zichen is still armed and undoubtedly still strong.
Shuanghua may not rest, but Xingchen allows himself to relax, gently stretching his fingers in Zichen's hold. This is new. Zichen, who practically never touches anyone willingly, holding his hands without hesitation. It's as if he never wants to let Xingchen go. "You said...you searched for me?" Again, his heart beats harder, fearing to hope, but daring to listen.
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Well, as fine as one can be in his situation, but it could definitely be worse.
What gives him pause is Zichen's insistence that there are no corpses around, despite Shuanghua's incessant and silent warning. He frowns, unable to make sense of it, but he trusts Zichen. "Of course. Fuxue will keep you safe." Another comfort, that Zichen is still armed and undoubtedly still strong.
Shuanghua may not rest, but Xingchen allows himself to relax, gently stretching his fingers in Zichen's hold. This is new. Zichen, who practically never touches anyone willingly, holding his hands without hesitation. It's as if he never wants to let Xingchen go. "You said...you searched for me?" Again, his heart beats harder, fearing to hope, but daring to listen.