"I didn't think you'd make it in time, even if you did come. I just wanted to give you closure. I'm sorry. That I did what I did. That I made you cry." Xingchen confessed as he looked at Xue Yang now and smiled a little because his eyes were a nice, bright amber and his little fangs, glinting in the late night light. And there was a softness there, a softness that he couldn't say he hated.

"Why would you call a doctor? You wanted to destroy me above all. Corrupt me. Sanctimonious prick." So wasn't this winning? Wasn't he corrupted and ruined? He had broken every ethic and hurt every person he loved. He felt destroyed. "I don't want to go to hospital, please."