( something about this is - wrong. jiang cheng makes quick work of jumping back to his feet, but his words are choked and his jaw is set that way it does when he's trying not to cry, and all wei ying can do for a moment is stare. stare and wonder what it is that he's even done to create this, and wonder if there's anything at all that he can say to make it stop.
the scream gets both of their attentions at once, fearful and haunted, like forest creatures who've heard the cry of wolves. but it snaps something back into place, some rationality, some ability to take control. his eyes turn back to jiang cheng and he finally pushes himself back to his feet, closing the distance between them to take jiang cheng by the shoulders and look him in the eye. ) Whatever it is that I did, you can make me pay for it later. We have to go. ( and then he's turning to hurry off through the trees, keeping it to a brisk walk until he can be sure of whether jiang cheng is following or staying behind. )
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the scream gets both of their attentions at once, fearful and haunted, like forest creatures who've heard the cry of wolves. but it snaps something back into place, some rationality, some ability to take control. his eyes turn back to jiang cheng and he finally pushes himself back to his feet, closing the distance between them to take jiang cheng by the shoulders and look him in the eye. ) Whatever it is that I did, you can make me pay for it later. We have to go. ( and then he's turning to hurry off through the trees, keeping it to a brisk walk until he can be sure of whether jiang cheng is following or staying behind. )