"Mr. Xicheng!" He rushed in worriedly, dropped his bag, and knelt to support his arm. "Are you alright?"
Xicheng shook his head lightly, "Don't worry about me, let me have some peace."
Xun Yang held his arm, "Should I help you lie down on the bed for a while?"
"I said, leave me alone!" Xicheng suddenly pushed him away with force, "Get out!"
Taking two steps back, Xun Yang lifted his face, only to see the man's handsome face was pale to the extreme, his eyes bloodshot and red, with obvious tear stains shimmering on his face.
He cried?!
Xun Yang was stunned in place.
Having been by Xicheng's side for several years, Xun Yang had seen many of his little-known facets: his glorious moments on stage, his elegance while playing the piano, his tenderness when distributing chocolates to children in the Tibetan region, his temper flare-ups, his child-like excitement upon hearing good music material... But this was the first time seeing this over six-foot-tall man shed tears.
