"I am sure our parents have questions," Yize coaxed.
"I am not in the position to answer them. I don't have the answers they want."
Yize gulped. "I under—"
"No, you don't understand. Do you want to talk about this right now? Don't you think this can wait until after she wakes up? Can I just get through that time?" his voice was raised.
"No. You are right. Absolutely. I am sorry." She patted her brother on the back.
Qingchen sighed deeply and pressed his face into his free hand. "Look. I am sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you…"
"You don't have to explain anything." Yize squeezed his shoulder. Mo Qingchen started to cry. "You don't have to explain anything at all."
He didn't have the energy to explain. But he cried.
Yize watched her brother break apart. She saw him cry for the first time and though she should have been worried, she felt a weight lift off her shoulder.
