"A-Xu, why did you only start hugging me once you knew who I used to be?"
Wen Kexing's question, quiet and tentative in a way he almost never was, was like a knife straight to the heart. Zhou Zishu averted his eyes, but forced himself to be truthful:
"Because before that moment I still had hope that you would be able to move on after my inevitable death. It was only then that I realized how futile that hope was." Forcing me to try to change my fate, he added silently.
"A-Xu. You are an idiot, you know that, right?"