"What has been done to you, yes. Not you." A gentle correction to how he sees it. Especially when Xue Yang lets him do as he pleases.

And that smile is sweet.

Xingchen nods immediately and reaches out to trace the delicate design. "It's a lovely ornament." He pulls back to start gently untangling Xue Yang's hair, combing it mostly dry before he starts to braid.