Jin Guangyao asks the question carefully and tries not to let his gaze linger on Shen Yuan's hand where it presses into the fabric over his stomach. (He knows how the memory of pain experienced can sometimes ache just as acutely as the moment one initially felt it.) But there is something more to it than just a memory, given how Shen Yuan suddenly looks towards the open window, the confusion on his face.
He squeezes his friend's hand again. "Shidi," he starts again, tentative, careful, "you are safe here."
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Jin Guangyao asks the question carefully and tries not to let his gaze linger on Shen Yuan's hand where it presses into the fabric over his stomach. (He knows how the memory of pain experienced can sometimes ache just as acutely as the moment one initially felt it.) But there is something more to it than just a memory, given how Shen Yuan suddenly looks towards the open window, the confusion on his face.
He squeezes his friend's hand again. "Shidi," he starts again, tentative, careful, "you are safe here."