"Please don't make me see Song Lan again, I don't want to. I hurt him." He just wanted to hide in Xue Yang's arms, as he had before for such a brief but beautiful moment. The more pressure that was applied, the more it actually started to hurt. Xiao Xingchen winced and whined a little, in pain.

"My clothes are wet. I need new clothes..." That seemed important. "Underwear."