[ Runyu releases a gentle laugh at the generosity offered him by Xingchen yet again, wondering what he’s done in his poor life to deserve the friendship and freedom this man gives to him for so little in exchange. He doesn’t understand it. But he doesn’t regret accepting it either. In the past, a similar, more fleeting warmth is what saved pieces of his soul from the oblivion of his existence. And now, Xingchen's reach is deeper, more complete, making the wish engraved on his pendant a possible dream.
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He tilts head up towards his friend.]
How’s the cider?