It's not pity, my heart. [xichen says softly but just as firmly, brows creased together as he watches his husband's face.
in what feels like another life, xichen wouldn't have pushed. would not have understood that there was more to what jiang cheng's nightmares had centered around. he shakes his head, before tilting it.] Did it feel stronger than yours? Different? After the surgery?
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in what feels like another life, xichen wouldn't have pushed. would not have understood that there was more to what jiang cheng's nightmares had centered around. he shakes his head, before tilting it.] Did it feel stronger than yours? Different? After the surgery?