[ Song Lan's eyes drop to the other's hand. He wants to scoff at how can he believe it when the other has hurt him before, has hurt so many people but the words remain unspoken.
His hand uncurls from a fist but it curls back up after a few seconds of trying to convince himself to reach out for the other's hand. His jaw tightening. ]
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His hand uncurls from a fist but it curls back up after a few seconds of trying to convince himself to reach out for the other's hand. His jaw tightening. ]