[ "I don't mind ghosts": that ought to feel reassuring, but Wen Kexing can't trust it. He's spent his whole life looking over his shoulder. Being told that his being a ghost doesn't matter: isn't this what he wants to hear most? How could something like this possibly be true?

Time and time again, Zhou Zishu has walked away from him after glimpsing his true nature. If the man grasped the full extent...

Zhou Zishu's gaze feels unbearably heavy, and Wen Kexing glances away. ]

Didn't... didn't you just say you wanted to make them go away?

[ Without waiting for an answer, he stands. ]

We should eat something, I'll see what they've got in the kitchen tent.