He handed the water to the boy nestled on the sofa, "Don't drink milk today, otherwise, you'll just throw it up again."
Bi Xia nodded, holding the slightly warm water in his hands. He took a sip and looked at the young man who had been watching him all along, tilting his head slightly, "What's wrong?"
The young man lightly pressed his thin lips together and gently stroked Bi Xia's hair, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Bi Xia repeated in a low voice, looking again at Qin Zhan. The heartache and guilt in those phoenix eyes were evident, yet they carried a sense of restraint and suppression.
Frowning slightly, Bi Xia leaned closer to Qin Zhan, "What's wrong with you?"
He reached out and enveloped the boy in his arms, his chin gently brushing against the soft hair, and said in a deep voice, "I didn't want you to go through all this, but these are things you'll have to face sooner or later. So I let you go and do whatever you wanted to do."
