The bow immediately puts him at ease, settling some of the tension and awkwardness that Jiang Cheng carries around more often than not.
"I'm not afraid," he replies almost immediately, a little snap that he thinks that he ought to regret. He lifts a hand to rub at the little wrinkle in his forehead, the frustration showing on his face. This is all too much for someone who not that long ago was trying not to bleed to death - and he's not sure he's entirely healed from that yet either.
His eyes are almost glued to the machines as he sees things go around. He'll wrap his mind around it all when he's used to it, but it's clear that he's not particularly happy about it. The name makes his expression flicker a moment before he nods. He definitely has to be more polite now, even when he feels more frustrated than he has in a while.
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"I'm not afraid," he replies almost immediately, a little snap that he thinks that he ought to regret. He lifts a hand to rub at the little wrinkle in his forehead, the frustration showing on his face. This is all too much for someone who not that long ago was trying not to bleed to death - and he's not sure he's entirely healed from that yet either.
His eyes are almost glued to the machines as he sees things go around. He'll wrap his mind around it all when he's used to it, but it's clear that he's not particularly happy about it. The name makes his expression flicker a moment before he nods. He definitely has to be more polite now, even when he feels more frustrated than he has in a while.
"Jiang Wanyin."