The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and across the bed. The moment Xie Qi opened his eyes, he felt a gentle touch on his wrist.
He turned his head to find Ji Qingze lying quietly beside him, his fingers lightly tracing the scar on Xie Qi's wrist. It was impossible to tell how long he had been watching.
Xie Qi turned over and pulled Ji Qingze into his arms, burying his face against the other man’s collarbone and rubbing against him gently. "Brother, it really doesn't hurt at all," he murmured. "If you don't like how it looks, I can just get the scar removed."
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