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"Is there a point to this celebration?" asked the monotone voice from the man in dark blue.
Wen Kexing lazily waved his fan back and forth, keeping his eyes on the frivolity in front of him. "Does it require a practical function or can you attempt to enjoy the moment?"
His stoic companion turned his face away from the light and music, glancing down at where their arms lay touching side by side on the table. "No, it doesn't. But it does bring up a whole host of questions as to why we are here."
"Why shouldn't we be?" returned Wen Kexing. "I know most everyone. It doesn't matter whether they remember me or not. It just means that I have a permanent open invitation." He watched the room focus on the next entertainment, not really taking in the intricate dance performance at all.
Zhou Zishu winced as he felt a telltale twinge shoot through him. He'd already put off the pain once today. It had been enough, but for how long he was not sure.
He felt a finger brush the side of his hand and glanced at the Cheshire Cat grin.
"Do you require a distraction from our distraction?" asked his partner, smile still pleasant but with eyes hard and calculating. Zhou Zishu sighed as the fan rose to block his view. A feather-light kiss brushed the side of his mouth and the fan snapped closed, his companion reclining back as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Zishu shook his head fondly. "Really?"
"I have no idea as to what you are referring," drawled Wen Kexing, still waving the fan as rhythmically as a metronome.