Wen Qinxi head towards his pavilion in large strides almost blacking out in rage. He was closed off to the world with that footage replaying over and over again in his mind like a broken record. He was immersed in that bubble so much so that he didn't notice Qie Ranzhe silently following behind him. He just wanted to find a safe space to calm the storm raging within and if he was outside the game it would be his bedroom.
In a matter of minutes he was in his pavilion heading straight for his room when he heard a deep gentle voice calling out to him.
"Xieshu.....," called out a nervous Qie Ranzhe not sure were to start. He desperately wanted to talk things through and clear out all misunderstanding but faced with Zhao Xieshu's grim expression his words got stuck in his throat his mind going blank.
