Zichen aches to speak, to tell Xingchen what's on his mind. He doesn't want anymore sacrifices from the other, though. His anger had already taken too much. He reaches out since he can't speak, his hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek, touching skin? He shouldn't allow it and normally he wouldn't be able to stand it but the contact... Maybe this isn't even real anyway.
His thumb brushes at the other's tears. Could he feel what Song Lan felt? That longing and emptiness he felt without Xingchen. That he doesn't blame him.
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His thumb brushes at the other's tears. Could he feel what Song Lan felt? That longing and emptiness he felt without Xingchen. That he doesn't blame him.