( He makes a small, sympathetic sound in response to that, but lets the conversation shift after. )

Ah, he'd hate it. There's a distinct lack of wine, or so I've seen, and he gets sore like a bear if it isn't on hand. ( It's left him a little wrong-footed, this absense. Wen Kexing has bothered the other man constantly since their fated run in that sunny afternoon. He barely goes an hour without finding some silly, flippant little excuse to speak with him. Even, more lately, with Zhou Zishu's prickling insistence on calling Wen Kexing shidi there's very little to that could run Wen Kexing off.

But perhaps -. Who knows what happened after he feel unconscious? Maybe Zhou Zishu has found him too much trouble. )

You'd like him. ( Unprompted. ) He's a softer heart than mine, that's how we ended up with Chengling. ( Not that Wen Kexing didn't force that. ) Left unleashed here who knows what number of adoptees he'd find? And who'd have to feed them? Me. ( Spirited, and then slightly more muted. ) No, it's better that he isn't. I'll find my way back to him. I always do.