Silly Xingchen. Zishu sighs quietly and rubs his cheek tiredly against his friend's shoulder. "He is my life just as I am his. Of course he won't give up. So I can't either."

But he also has those he loves here. One of whom is this sweet man, his A-Chen. The confirmation of the bond being felt makes him finally chuckle quietly and he slips an arm around his friend's waist. "I am very lucky to know you, and to have your friendship, my A-Chen."