"You are a good boy, xiao Yao. You know gege gets angry sometimes." Xue Yang reached up, with the bandaged hand. He used it to cup the side of Meng Yao's face, touching it so gently. He was oddly beautiful at times. Even pale and with those bags under his eyes. Maybe he should let him sleep somewhere nicer soon, make sure he got some proper rest. "The world is bad and there are no good people. It's not fair. But I can make it better for us. I can make sure you don't leave me. Then we'll always have each other."

It seemed like a fair compromise. "You don't want to leave me, right? You love me."