[ All Jiang Cheng can do is stare at his wrist, a touch on edge and feeling something sharp burning inside of him.
Bringing up his nephew is cruel, but what else should he expect from Xichen? There's a kindness under it, burning under the surface, and he knows that the other man is trying to take care of him. What else should he be expecting?
Shaking his head, he takes a long, slow, deep breath. ]
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Bringing up his nephew is cruel, but what else should he expect from Xichen? There's a kindness under it, burning under the surface, and he knows that the other man is trying to take care of him. What else should he be expecting?
Shaking his head, he takes a long, slow, deep breath. ]
A-Ling isn't down here. I wouldn't allow it.