There's nothing Yao Shen can say to defend himself in the face of Xin Hulei's words.
"Well, I said what I had to say."
He rummages through his shorts and gives Xin Hulei the clay vial with Yan Shuyi's memories.
"Can you take me back to my apartment now?"
He feels Xin Hulei's warm touch on his shoulder, but doesn't look up into his face. Moments later, the dimly lit backroom is replaced by his dimly lit living room.
He steps away from Xin Hulei. "Thank you."
Xin Hulei remains silent, but even his silence feels to Yao Shen like admonishment.
"Even if you don't want to talk with me again, I'm still going to find a way to remove your seal."
He turns away from Xin Hulei, walking towards his bedroom. "Excuse me for not seeing you to the door, I don't think you want to, anyway." A small petty part of Yao Shen wants to add that it's not as if Xin Hulei needed permission to get into his house.
