"I suppose not." Xingchen giggled - maybe it was the blood loss or the whole horrible day but he couldn't help it. He heard people moving downstairs and he flinched. More people were in the house. How was he going to explain any of this to Song Lan? It was getting messy. Too messy. "They need to leave a note."

His eyes closed and he gulped, feeling himself getting fainter. "It's too messy now..."