"Rio, let go of my hand, I'm pressing on you!"
Clearly, something was off with him; how could he still have the strength to struggle like this? "Rio, what's the matter with you, say something, you're scaring me!"
She was genuinely frightened by his demeanor, a grown man burying himself entirely in the blankets without even taking off his clothes and shoes: "Are you too tired? Or feeling unwell? If you're feeling unwell, I can call the doctor for you, if it's just exhaustion, let go of me and rest properly, I've already brought dinner!"
"I'm not eating!"
The man finally spoke his first words, three words, his hoarse throat coupled with a dripping sob startled Senna Leon. "Rio, are you crying?"
Rio Gordon: "..."
Was he crying?
A man doesn't easily weep; he wasn't crying!
"I am not!"
"You are crying; I heard it, your voice is hoarse!"
Senna Leon got angry now; clear crying, yet so evasive, "Crying doesn't mean disgrace; don't deny it, let me look!"
Rio Gordon: "..."
