Han Yu lets go of Xi Zirui's jaw, who scowls at the harsh treatment.
After two worlds spent in the company of a loving Han Yu -- who was besotted with him from the get go-- Xi Zirui forgot how much of an asshole he can be when he doesn't like someone.
He tries to focus on his righteous indignation to take his mind off the hurt of being rejected by someone who scant hours before was swearing his love for him.
Just what kind of god is Xi Zirui? The god of bad luck in love? The god of doomed relationships?
The god of star-crossed lovers?
That last one actually sounds like something there could be a god of, so he sincerely hopes not.
Xi Zirui sucks in a sobering breath and steadies himself. He'd rather believe he's the god of determination and victory in battle -- or whatever.
Ironically, he has always been an atheist, so he knows nothing about the Daoist pantheon. He knows about the Jade Emperor and that's the extent of his knowledge.
