Wenzhi knew the script had already gone off track. But not like this.
Shao Xinyuan had a brother? That had never existed in the original novel.
Speechless for the first time, Wenzhi turned his back on the conversation and began to walk.
Xinyuan followed without a word.
They took the back route into the building, avoiding the main corridors. Wenzhi used his watch to bypass each access point until they reached the elevator.
Inside, silence.
Xinyuan's eyes drifted down to Wenzhi's ankle. On the restraint.
There was a strange tension in his features. He looked tight and conflicted, like he was caught in the middle of an argument only he could hear.
Wenzhi brushed it off, but his composure broke as he let out a sharp, sudden sneeze.
He frowned.
Great. A cold.
Standing in the rain had finally caught up to him.
This body was fit, agile and still annoyingly fragile.
His past body had been better. Even with the psoriasis.
The elevator doors slid open.
