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No rage? If only Jiang Cheng knew the truth. If only he knew of the violent thoughts that threatened to consume Huaisang utterly when he allowed himself to think about Jin Guangyao too long. Of how much he yearned to see the man who'd killed his brother broken and bloody with his life tattered in ruins around him.

But for now, Huaisang's willing to let Jiang Cheng lay him down and pin him back onto the bed, weakly returning his kiss. He's still tired and his lover's body is warm enough to distract him from the lonely chill his life will become after this night is over. He won't be able to truly forget all that's happened but he can pretend to, at least for a while, that by itself is enough.

"All right, A-Cheng," he says in a hushed, emotionless tone. "Take care of me."