"You should go back, take a shower and change your clothes, older brother. You don't look good like this." When Xia Qingyi could remain conscious, she smiled as she told Mo Han, who was sitting on the bed.
Mo Han smiled too. "Alright, I'll be back as soon as I can."
He watched Xia Qingyi slowly drift off to sleep as he sat on the edge of the bed. He kept his hand on her blanket to feel her weak breathing, as if this was the only way that could help his thumping heartbeat become regular.
Mo Han left eventually. He listened to Xia Qingyi's words and returned home to take a shower. It was only when he saw himself through the fogged mirror in the washroom that he realized that he really looked the way that Xia Qingyi had described. Even his beard stubble had grown out.
Mo Han smiled, as he took out the razor to shave his chin clean of stubble. He wiped his hair as he walked out to put on his clothes.
