"...What are you afraid of?" Listening to Qing Yi's voice filled with fear, Drunkard felt as if a giant hand was gripping his heart tightly.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
"I... Three months is too long, I want to see you now, okay? Tell me, my brother, where exactly are you? I'll take leave from Third Young Master. I'll stay with you in the hometown for three months, even half a year is fine. I beg you, don't hide from me, don't avoid seeing me, okay?" Qing Yi's voice was choking, barely making sense, tears welled up several times but he forced them back.
"You don't like big cities and want peace, I promise I won't disturb you, I'll just cook for you, I'll wash your clothes, I really won't bother you..."
"Brother!"
Qing Yi's tearful, humble plea cut Drunkard's heart like a knife.
He really couldn't bear to listen to Qing Yi like this.
Such a good person, how could he be reduced to such a state because of him?
Just thinking about it made Drunkard hate himself to death.
