Wherever his soulmate asks him to be, that is where he goes. It doesn't matter where, or when, or why. Today has him nervous though - he knows what the goal is.

Life. His life. No more congealed blood. No more fear of being controlled in the off chance nails are driven back into his head. No more cold skin and lack of heartbeat. Oh, Xingchen never complains about sleeping with a corpse. But it bothers Zichen, and he has trouble pushing past the innate disgust with himself to love his soulmate as Xingchen deserves.

He smells the blood when he approaches and he immediately goes to Xingchen's side, reaching for that poor hand to check on it.