He lets that slap knock the walnuts out of his hand, scattering them across the ground, and parries with his other arm, a perfect mirror of Zhou Zishu's move.

"Ah Xu, look what you've done, how cruel!"

His bottom lip wobbles and protrudes as he gazes pitifully at Zhou Zishu. The music swells and washes over them just then. He had planned to throw another move, but it's just so beautiful.

Beautiful, yet there's something about it that makes him ache, deep down. It's a love song, clearly, but it's a wordlessly painful one. The theatrical pout fades from his face: Wen Kexing stands frozen in place, looking utterly lost.