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Lui De's brows had been tightly knit. The moment Wei Jun's shoulders sagged, he smoothed them out and put on a gentle smile. He stepped closer and patted his husband's back, slow and steady, the way one soothes a restless child.
"What did he say that has you so worried?" he asked softly.
Wei Jun let out a long breath. His jaw was still tight as he told him about what happened in town, the meeting on the road and every word his second uncle had said to him.
By the end of his narration, his fists had curled on his knees without him noticing.
Lui De listened quietly. As the story went on, the gentleness slipped from his face.
His smile thinned, then vanished. His lips pressed into a line, the fingers on Wei Jun's back stilled.
What is he trying to do?" Lui De's voice shook. "B-bringing up our Fan-Fan, saying he's worried about us? Bah! Only a fool will believe him!"
His fingers tightened on his sleeve as the thoughts came one after another.
