Once the cargo ship had finally finished loading, Wenzhi guided Xinyuan toward the farthest corner of the lower cargo hold. Large crates and stacked supply boxes surrounded them on nearly every side, shielding them from the view of the other passengers being smuggled aboard. The entire place smelled faintly of metal, rusted wood, fruit, and heavy engine smoke.
Wenzhi sat quietly against one of the crates, watching the crowded hold thoughtfully.
"What do you think Yuzhen and Zhiyao are doing in Sector One?" he asked at last. Something about the coincidence still sat wrong with him.
"I don't know." Xinyuan tilted his head, leaning back beside him. "Maybe we should ask them?"
Wenzhi gave him a flat look. "I couldn't care less, honestly."
Xinyuan's lips twitched faintly in amusement before he shrugged off his jacket. The movement tugged his shirt down slightly, exposing the line of his shoulder and arm.
Wenzhi's eyes immediately caught the chain tattoo stretching across his skin.
