[At the denial, Xingchen expects this argument to keep going around in circles, or at least fizzle out confusedly with no real ending point. Sometimes two people just aren't compatible in any sense and he's sure he and Xue Yang are two such people. They shouldn't be compatible, anyway, no matter how much he wishes he could go back to what they might have had in Yi City. But wishing for a lie won't make anything better, either.
And yet, Xue Yang continues, a little unsure, as if trying to find footing on pure ice. That's strange enough to keep Xingchen paying attention, to manage to hang on to whatever words come next.
Those aren't the words he expects, but for some reason, they make something flutter in his gut. It can't be any sort of happiness, as if he's won in control over the other, but neither can it be a kind of thrill about it, either. Xingchen can't classify it, only recognize that something happened for a moment and he doesn't know what to do with that.
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And yet, Xue Yang continues, a little unsure, as if trying to find footing on pure ice. That's strange enough to keep Xingchen paying attention, to manage to hang on to whatever words come next.
Those aren't the words he expects, but for some reason, they make something flutter in his gut. It can't be any sort of happiness, as if he's won in control over the other, but neither can it be a kind of thrill about it, either. Xingchen can't classify it, only recognize that something happened for a moment and he doesn't know what to do with that.
After a moment, he can only shake his head.]
I don't own anyone.