"But... there is no door," said Bi Yize while looking back. He knew that Qie Xieling was still mad at him about his sister slapping him. He was the one who convinced him to come with him on this trip yet he let his sister hurt him. He couldn't help but feel responsible.
"I brought you a wet cloth to wipe your face... and some water," he said and Qie Xieling continued ignoring him. Maybe this man would finally take a hint and leave. Bi Yize watched Qie Xieling's back rising and falling softly. He looked like a wounded pup throwing a tantrum. He didn't want to aggravate Qie Xieling further so he said, "I will place it here when you need it."
Bi Yize sighed as he placed the wet cloth and a soothing ointment on the seat beside Qie Xieling before quietly retreating. Time dragged on, and Qie Xieling continued to sulk, lost in his own sea of thoughts. But then, his ears perked up as the soft sound of the curtain being opened drew his attention.
