He lay on the bed propping up his head with his hand, and said in distress, "I haven't seen Gong Fan in a long time. Is he sick?"
"… If he's sick, then I would be too."
"Well then…" Unable to think of any other reason, Little Yichen sighed. "I'm just worried."
"Are you really worried, or are you just bored with no one to play games with?"
The boy looked aggrieved. "Am I that kind of person?! I'm sincerely worried, okay? You're my brother, and he's my brother too. Isn't it natural for a brother to worry about his brother?!"
"I thought you're so afraid of him that you'd rather not see him."
