"It's alright. Wherever your brother is, it's home."
Qing Yi's words touched the most vulnerable part of the drunkard's heart. He completely broke down, tears streaming continuously, crying so hard that his whole body hurt.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
He repeated "I'm sorry" over and over, feeling unbearable pain from body to soul.
Seeing the increasingly out-of-control emotions of the drunkard, Qing Yi panicked, not knowing what to do.
He quickly put the porridge back on the bedside table, got up from the chair, and sat by the bed.
He cupped his thin face with both hands, continually wiping away his tears.
"It's alright, it's alright, don't cry..."
Qing Yi kept comforting him, thinking that his emotional outburst was due to the pain and suffering he had endured alone during this time, though that was not the case.
"No, it's not this..."
The drunkard shook his head while crying; his emotional breakdown was because he truly felt sorry for Qing Yi, sorry for Jun Moyan.
