"A' Shu," Wen Kexing said, seriously, eyebrows furrowed in distress, "You know that I---" "---I know," Zhou Zishu interrupted, the mirth leaving his eyes, returning them to their depthless state, "You are many things, A' Xing, and transparent is one of them." --- Wen Kexing didn't think he could ever be free. Zhou Zishu knows he can't ever be free.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution