Qin Liuxi had a severe headache as he watched Mu Xi cry for a good quarter of an hour, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and he pieced together what Mu Xi was seeking from her sobs.
"People, you know, all face death eventually, don't be too stubborn about it!"
Mu Xi's sobbing paused with a hiccup, and he looked at Qin Liuxi in shock, feeling aggrieved as he said, "You've changed."
How could you say something colder than ice and snow?
Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Not crying anymore?"
Mu Xi: Crying, I still want to cry; my elder sister is nearly dead, can't I cry for a while?
But looking at Qin Liuxi's icy demeanor, he dared not cry here.
Pfft.
He took out a handkerchief, blew his nose, casually wiped the corner of his eyes, then stuffed the handkerchief into his sleeve, and looked at Qin Liuxi with red eyes.
Qin Liuxi: "..."
You, a dignified princely heir, certainly live roughly!
