Qing Yi saw him constantly suppressing himself and said with concern, "If you're feeling bad, just cry; don't hold back."
"Crying will make it better."
Perhaps he truly believed Qing Yi's words that crying would help, so he stopped holding himself back and burst into tears.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here. No matter what happens, I'm here." While holding him, he slowly pried his tightly clenched fingers from his hair, one by one.
"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."
He cried for a very long time, until he was exhausted and finally fell asleep.
Qing Yi had never seen him like this before, so even after the drunkard cried himself to sleep, Qing Yi dared not let go.
After an unspecified time, Qing Yi slightly moved and released him a bit.
Seeing the drunkard's swollen eyes and tear-streaked face, Qing Yi felt an ache in his nose.
He gently lowered his head, his nose brushing against the other's forehead, slowly closed his eyes, and buried all the emotions deep within.
