The words hit Jian Ci like a blade. His chest tightened, his breath caught. Yu Xi had been carrying this burden silently, swallowing pain and relying on medicine just to help him.
Jian Ci's hand hovered over the vials, his fingers trembling. His breath came shallow, his chest tight. Shock rippled through him, leaving him hollow. He hadn't known, he couldn't have imagined, that Yu Xi had gone this far, taking medicine in secret just to help him, just to endure the weight of his episodes.
It felt as though his entire world collapsed in on itself. The walls of the clinic blurred, the doctor's words echoing faintly in his ears. Jian Ci couldn't think straight. He didn't even realize how he left the shop, only that his feet carried him away, his mind spinning, his heart pounding with the unbearable thought: Yu Xi has been suffering because of me.
