( A stillness falls over Wen Kexing's shoulders, a momentary frown notching between his brows. ) Your brother knows a lot of things, for saying very little.

( His tone is disquiet, but not angry. Whatever seething resentment Wen Kexing currently feels, he keeps it safely tucked away. Upsetting Lan Xichen would not help him. )

I have ... someone. ( He is absolutely Wen Kexing's zhiji, but there is so much that Zhou Zishu does not know that Wen Kexing feels he cannot quite lay that claim outside the privacy of his own weak chest. ) My Ah-Xu. ( Fondness creeps into his voice as he shapes the name, an unbidden curl of his lip. That's good enough, isn't it? Even with all the secrets. ) He has a disciple, Chengling. The sticky kind of boy, always crying. And of course his shifu is a hard master.