[The rain is blocked a moment before Xingchen's seeking hand brushes against a sleeve, bumps against the arm holding the umbrella toward him. It's a kindness he doesn't deserve, despite looking for it, and given freely for now.
He jerks his hand back, not wishing to be any more of a burden than he already has been in life, but he remains under the protection.]
Thank you.
[Even though he doesn't deserve any such kindness. But as he stands there, the other man's words sink in more and more.]
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He jerks his hand back, not wishing to be any more of a burden than he already has been in life, but he remains under the protection.]
Thank you.
[Even though he doesn't deserve any such kindness. But as he stands there, the other man's words sink in more and more.]
Your...voice is familiar to me.