[Xiao Xingchen grabs at his robes with trembling hands, the usual dexterity not yet returned to him. He can't put everything in its proper place so easily, and he has to bite back a noise of strained frustration as he tightens his belt around his waist. Only trying at making his topknot once makes it clear he's not going to manage it with any neatness, so he instead clutches his hairpin as he turns around with his hair still falling loose around his shoulders.
Steadying himself the best he can despite his whole body protesting - it's easy for someone like him to do - he turns back to the door, trying to not let Xue Yang see his face as he hurries past with uneven steps.
He only utters a few words as he passes him by.]
... The last time.
[This kind of vulnerability is just too hard to continue on with. Not caring about his own needs and safety when it comes to protecting others... why is it that he always ends up feeling like a fool for it?
But no, it might not be, he can't think clearly right now—he just needs to get away from here, first of all. He'll go to the cafe to get cleaned up there. Then he can... decide what else to do next.]
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Steadying himself the best he can despite his whole body protesting - it's easy for someone like him to do - he turns back to the door, trying to not let Xue Yang see his face as he hurries past with uneven steps.
He only utters a few words as he passes him by.]
... The last time.
[This kind of vulnerability is just too hard to continue on with. Not caring about his own needs and safety when it comes to protecting others... why is it that he always ends up feeling like a fool for it?
But no, it might not be, he can't think clearly right now—he just needs to get away from here, first of all. He'll go to the cafe to get cleaned up there. Then he can... decide what else to do next.]