Zhuo Yi wanted to say something more, but he suddenly felt that Si Ye's retreating figure was somewhat desolate.
He was shocked, stared at him dumbfounded, and forgot to react.
Si Xi also jumped down, his complexion not very good, "Let him go. If he doesn't want to speak, even if he's suffocated, he won't say anything."
"Xi, are you okay?"
Si Xi gave a cold smile, revealing a row of white, even teeth, "How do you think it feels to be used as a punching bag?"
Zhuo Yi was somewhat moved; he knew he had been allowing Si Ye to take his frustrations out on him, just to let him vent.
"You've had it tough." He patted his shoulder in comfort.
"Since you know I've had it tough, next time you can be the punching bag."
"...Forget it, if not you, then who?"
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Si Ye returned home and crashed into bed.
He exhausted himself deliberately, just to be able to sleep well, because otherwise, he was sure to suffer from insomnia and have restless thoughts.
