( despite the fear cheng qi instills in people, the immediate threat of a gun already fired to kill proves compelling. the lifting of the weight off of him is followed by panicked footfalls, away. reason says two things: this person helped him and also that yin han does not know the motivation behind such an action. regardless, he pushes himself up to at least kneeling, not quite trusting himself to stand up and not keel over, nausea bubbling under the surface of his dizziness. the near translucency of yin han is grounded by the open scraped palms and face, bruises blooming as if in an effort to make him ugly. blood trickles down the side of his neck from somewhere on his head, likely from impact against the wall or the ground.
now that he can look at the person who saved him, he can further confirm he has no idea who this is. though he is inarguably striking. of everything, yin han thinks it's the resoluteness in his expression that stands out though, even if he can't quite explain why he perceives this. he supposes that might just be his resting visage too, but somehow he doesn't think so.
he doesn't realize that he's trembling, and when he speaks finally it's quiet as yin han also tries to stand after all, wanting to get away from the dead body. )
...thank you... ( he says it slow, not because he doesn't know how to at least say that with ease — he can — but because he's so out of it, the weight of his accent a little more obvious.
one hand is flattened against the wall to support, and he flinches, the open skin there stinging, but it's that or stay on the ground. his gaze drops from the stranger's face to his feet, needing to lower his own head, conserving as much energy as he can, wondering if he even dares go back to chang yu's tea shop just yet. perhaps he's been too naive, foolish, but he also knows chang yu herself is far from clean, and maybe some of his blindness comes from that. if people cannot use him, then they will not help him, after all. but because both yin han and chang yu wish for some kind of self implemented justice against cheng jingsen, he had imagined she also would warn him against the dangers.
blearily staring at this person's shoes, he wonders who he is. if he just would help anyone in a bind, or if they're already connected somehow in a way he needs to get better at understanding. he shivers, and it's only then that he realizes, on top of everything else, it's snowing again. )
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now that he can look at the person who saved him, he can further confirm he has no idea who this is. though he is inarguably striking. of everything, yin han thinks it's the resoluteness in his expression that stands out though, even if he can't quite explain why he perceives this. he supposes that might just be his resting visage too, but somehow he doesn't think so.
he doesn't realize that he's trembling, and when he speaks finally it's quiet as yin han also tries to stand after all, wanting to get away from the dead body. )
...thank you... ( he says it slow, not because he doesn't know how to at least say that with ease — he can — but because he's so out of it, the weight of his accent a little more obvious.
one hand is flattened against the wall to support, and he flinches, the open skin there stinging, but it's that or stay on the ground. his gaze drops from the stranger's face to his feet, needing to lower his own head, conserving as much energy as he can, wondering if he even dares go back to chang yu's tea shop just yet. perhaps he's been too naive, foolish, but he also knows chang yu herself is far from clean, and maybe some of his blindness comes from that. if people cannot use him, then they will not help him, after all. but because both yin han and chang yu wish for some kind of self implemented justice against cheng jingsen, he had imagined she also would warn him against the dangers.
blearily staring at this person's shoes, he wonders who he is. if he just would help anyone in a bind, or if they're already connected somehow in a way he needs to get better at understanding. he shivers, and it's only then that he realizes, on top of everything else, it's snowing again. )