"Hai," Xiaoling squatted back down, scooting closer to him, "Aren't I here to share your troubles?" She reminded him, making him raise his face to look at her, "You always come to me when something goes down, why not come to me for comfort?"
Hai frowned, tightening his grip on his legs as he held them desperately. He was uncertain how to explain the contents of his heart to Xiaoling, which made him more and more nervous as she tried to pry into his heart.
"Let's go back home," Xiaoling said one last time to convince him, "Hm?" She hummed in anticipation, hoping he would listen.
Hai instantly buried his head in his knees, mumbling a few inaudible phrases. Xiaoling glanced at Weisheng in perplexity, but he seemed just as clueless. She turned her ear to him to listen better.
"I… don't think I deserve to return," He mumbled sorrowfully, hiding his face as he spoke his heart out, "I deserve a life in the Underworld!"
