Yao Shen feels himself swaying, his head fuzzy as if filled with cotton.
Xin Hulei's voice echoes inside his mind, reverberating like a soft echo.
Yao Shen is speaking without even noticing he's doing it, "I'm me, I'm Yao Shen."
A look of confusion steals across Xin Hulei's perfect face. "What are you?"
Yao Shen's mind feels soft and runny like rice porridge, Yao Shen's voice is like a spoon that stirs it, making him feel as if it might all leak out of his ears.
"I'm me, I'm a person," Yao Shen says, compelled to answer Xin Hulei's inane question despite his confusion.
Suddenly Xin Hulei reaches across the table, almost toppling the jar of wine. He takes hold of Yao Shen's wrist, his fingers wrapping around the thin bone firmly. "Tell me who you really are."
