Luo Muchen was staring at him with tenderness in his eyes that held a mixture of joy, relief, and an underlying trace of guilt. He blamed himself for what happened to Qie Xieling. If only he could have protected him better. For the time Qie Xieling was passed out he felt like he had failed him. It was getting to him so much that his mood was way worse than usual. It was so bad that it was as though he was being forced to take the throne. Well, technically he was but still. Everyone close to him was constantly checking if Qie Xieling was awake yet so they could take some heat off their backs.
Now that he was awake they were already planning to lock them up in there till Luo Muchen was mellowed out.
Luo Muchen leaned down, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice choked with emotion as he held Qie Xieling tightly. "I am so sorry," he whispered, his words barely audible. "I should have protected you better. I failed you."
