"I didn't hurt him." Ma DaDong whispered in an empty voice. Childe Ma had been repeating these words for three hours now. After crying until no tears were left to be shed, he crawled off the bed and curled into a ball, rocking himself on the floor. He didn't eat or drink anything offered.
MingYu pulled Ma DaDong up from the heap he had curled into and dragged the boy over to the table to be seated. Childe Ma was looking at the table, his eyes opaque and unblinking. No matter what they asked him, he only repeated the same words over and over again - he didn't hurt him.
"You know, I'm starting to believe the kid. He's very convincing." PingZe said from the open window, twirling his arrow in his hand leisurely.
MingYu was growing increasingly worried. If this continued on, Ma DaDong would end up dead of malnutrition or dehydration before they could find out what happened to childe Ma and this person he supposedly hadn't hurt.
