In the middle of the night, when the oil lamp was dim, Xie Lin was holding needle and thread with his fingertips, repairing a broken storybook. The pages of the book were full of lovesickness and separation, and his heart felt stuffy. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to press on his chest.
The young man beside him sat quietly, and the ink characters floating around him slowly gathered, gently covering Xie Lin's eyebrows and wrists. They were densely packed with gentle and soothing short sentences. There was no sound, and they only quietly soothed his accumulated pain.
Xie Lin turned his head to look at him, with clean eyes, and said softly: "I will share half of the sadness in the book for you."
Xie Lin put down the awl, stretched out his hand and gently touched his glowing cheek, his fingertips were slightly cold: "I'm always troubling you."
"No trouble," Cizi leaned closer to him, "You take me in, I should stay with you."
Purpose: Healing