Xin Hulei stretches out his long arms across the back of the sofa, making the wide sleeves of his costume drape down over it.
He looks to be deep in contemplation, but after a few moments of reflection, the only thing he says is, "Why?"
"Uh, I think it will help me clear up the anxiety I'm feeling over Yan Shuyi's character."
Xin Hulei gives him a look from the corner of his eyes. "I don't see how the two are related."
They aren't, except that Yao Shen's anxieties are vast and multifaceted. Xin Hulei just can't see it because he has his life together -- a great achievement, all things considered.
"I just think it would help me handle everything better."
