"Why are you nervous?" Zhou Zishu is both concerned and amused. "It's just me." Who is much less neat than Wen Kexing is, and usually leaves things piled up until Wen Kexing snaps at him to clean up. The only things Zishu keeps meticulously organized and well-maintained are usually his cosmetics and poisons.

The room is unusually messy for Wen Kexing, though, and Zhou Zishu trails his fingertips over the clear signs of life. Of Lao Wen having lived there. "You've been here much longer than you should have been," he notes. He'd seen Lao Wen just a few hours before he'd fallen unconscious and woken here, the younger man terrorizing anyone within reach to make sure Gu Xiang's wedding will go perfectly. Zishu had fled to his room with a stolen flask of wine; Kexing would have found him once he was done hovering to complain, anyway.