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The man’s muted blue robes pool around his folded legs. Candlelight spills onto his skin, golden trails that light up his bloodied neck, making the smooth curves of it gleam. A heartbeat, then two, the man’s slow pulse driving blood sluggishly out of his wound, and Wen Kexing feels a rising tide of desire to see the man even more undone, and then realises that he can. He reaches out to tug the expensive-looking silver hairpin from the man's hair, and it tumbles down around his shoulders like a waterfall, sleek and inky. Detachedly, Wen Kexing notes the way heat goes to his groin.
There is a near-imperceptible rustle from beyond the room, at one of the eavesdropping spots the ghosts are so fond of. Wen Kexing smiles.
Or, rather than pulling the nails from his body after seeing Wen Kexing’s body burn, Zhou Zishu figures out a way to travel back in time, and goes to Ghost Valley to find his zhiji. He finds a youth, instead.