"I'm not hurt," he says quietly, feeling the cool comfort of Wen Kexing's qi sliding through his veins.

If his fight was any cleaner than Wen Kexing's, it's because he finds it easy to be cruel to himself. Finds it easy to cut himself down. Zhou Zishu may not seek death any more, but he's never quite let go of how easily he thinks it'd be to let himself die. Or to kill himself--in the most literal way.

"Where can we go? Is there anyplace that's safe?"