When the pretty birds have flown (слэш)

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Zhou Zishu says, raising his head to look Wen Kexing in the eye.
Any smart retort Wen Kexing might have planned goes still on his tongue. They shine, those eyes. Sometimes cold, always sharp, ever shining.
“For a proper goodbye,” Wen Kexing says. Tries to play it off as his usual flirtation, though his voice is too soft to his own ears. A little shaky too, though he masks it with a smirk. “From my dear A-Xu.”
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At the Four Seasons Manor, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu’s relationship takes a step towards something new.