"...What are you afraid of?" Listening to Qing Yi’s voice filled with fear, Drunkard felt as if a giant hand was gripping his heart tightly.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
"I... Three months is too long, I want to see you now, okay? Tell , my brother, where exactly are you? I’ll take leave from Third Young Master. I’ll stay with you in the hotown for three months, even half a year is fine. I beg you, don’t hide from , don’t avoid seeing , okay?" Qing Yi’s voice was choking, barely making sense, tears welled up several tis but he forced them back.
"You don’t like big cities and want peace, I promise I won’t disturb you, I’ll just cook for you, I’ll wash your clothes, I really won’t bother you..."
"Brother!"
Qing Yi’s tearful, humble plea cut Drunkard’s heart like a knife.
He really couldn’t bear to listen to Qing Yi like this.
Such a good person, how could he be reduced to such a state because of him?
Just thinking about it made Drunkard hate himself to death.
If he had known that Qing Yi would fall for him, if he had known he would turn out this way, he wouldn’t have gotten close to him, wouldn’t have given him a chance.
He was the one who hard him.
Drunkard laboriously lifted his other hand to slowly cover his own mouth, as tears poured down like a flood, impossible to stop.
Drunkard didn’t dare to hang up at that mont, he could only cover his mouth and desperately hold back his cries, but holding back made his whole body ache, especially his chest, as if soone had hamred it hard.
Drunkard’s muffled sobs passed through the phone into Qing Yi’s ears, making him panic imdiately. He tightly gripped the phone, standing there with red eyes, at a loss.
"...Don’t cry, brother won’t look for you, brother will just wait here for you, brother won’t look for you, won’t force you, so don’t cry..."
While telling Drunkard not to cry, his own tears uncontrollably fell, and he hurriedly raised his hand to quickly wipe away the tears spilling over his eyes.
At the sa ti, he turned around, giving his back to the street to prevent passersby from seeing his current helplessness and awkwardness.
Qing Yi was on the verge of collapse.
He had never been so scared before.
Drunkard covered his mouth, crying too hard to speak.
The two held their phones, separated by not such a great distance, one in despair, the other at a loss, but neither dared to take a step closer.
Qing Yi kept reassuring himself that he was fine, he just missed ho, missed his master.
After an unknown period, Qing Yi finally cald down slowly.
"I won’t look for you anymore, won’t ask you, but you have to promise , no matter what happens, you must co back after three months, okay?"
Knowing full well that Drunkard was facing so issue, Qing Yi dared not ask more at this ti.
He feared affecting him more, afraid his unintended concern would pressure him.
Drunkard slowly took his hand away from his mouth, took a deep breath, trying to relieve his emotions, but the pain tugged harshly at his nerves. He couldn’t catch his breath, stuck at his chest, making him feel like dying from discomfort.
After a while, he recovered a bit.
But he didn’t have the courage to promise Qing Yi.
What he would beco in three months, he didn’t dare imagine.
He really didn’t want Qing Yi to see the current him, or the possibly worse him in three months.
He feared scaring him, feared being looked down upon.
But if he didn’t promise, he also had no idea what Qing Yi might do next.
He feared he might actually search the whole world for him.
"...I want you to co back, and tell face-to-face, that you like again."
Qing Yi’s voice ca from the receiver again, domineering yet with a hint of pleading.
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