He almost asked: Has Qing Yi been mistreating you?
"Got it." The drunkard responded briefly and quickly shut the door.
The moment the door closed, he let out a sigh of relief, his highly strained nerves relaxing, and with that relaxation came utter exhaustion.
He leaned his entire back against the door, slightly tilting his head, looking at the dim room as his mind gradually ceased to function, just standing there quietly.
The room fell into an extreme silence, so quiet he could distinctly feel his own breathing, a silence he disliked from the bottom of his heart because it made him feel abandoned by the whole world.
Bewilderment, fear, emptiness, loneliness, various negative emotions drilled into his heart, magnifying and spreading his inner despair and helplessness across his chest, almost suffocating him.
He lifted his head from the door, then fiercely slammed his head back against it.
A dull "thud" made even his heart skip a beat.
