As a useless spoiled wild child, Bo Wang finally brought about the end of his family, chased away the one he loved and caused his own death. After rebirth, he decides to cleanse himself and work hard at being a good child. But a lot of things don't...
But what’s going on now? The room was very quiet. So quiet that the only thing that could be heard were his and Sean’s breathing. Gods, his unreliable family actually just left him to Sean without care. Really? It didn’t occur to Bo to consider just who was the one who insisted to clinging on to Sean’s clothes. But even if he let go, Sean had no plans on letting him go.
What should he do now? Play dead? That’s a good plan!
Nevertheless, reality was cruel. Because of Bo’s body locking up, Sean had noticed he wasn’t mad with hysteria anymore.
“Bo, how do you feel? Do you want some water?” Sean asked.
“…”
There was no way to keep playing dead. All Bo could do was look up, but he didn’t dare look into Sean’s eyes. Upon realising he was still sitting in Sean’s lap, he hurried to get on his feet.
“I’m fine. I’ll be okay once I sleep. You can head back,” came a rush of garbled words.
Sean held Bo’s wriggling body tightly. He turned Bo’s head around until he was looking straight into Bo’s eyes. Sadness flashed across his eyes.
“BoBo, can you tell me why you’re angry? Why are you so angry to the point of ignoring me? What are you unsatisfied with? Please tell it to me straight?” Sean said.
Forced to gaze into the eyes of the man he loved, Bo’s weak heart thumped and raced. When he saw the hurt in Sean’s eyes, his heart ached in anguish. All he could do was stammer.
“I-I’m fine. I-It’s just…I was in a bad mood before. I threw my anger around. It’s all my fault. I-I won’t do it again.” Don’t worry. I’ve decided never to throw a temper tantrum with you again. I’ll be good. So, please don’t leave me again. Just let me be able to look at you.
Sean did not look happy as Bo had thought he would. Instead, he hugged Sean tight in his arms.
“Little fool, who wants your apology? No matter what you do, my little prince, you never need to apologise,” he said, pain in his voice. Just who scared his roaring tiger cub into a quivering little rabbit? Feng Qun? Then, be prepared to bear the full brunt of his rage!
Bo dryly chuckled. No need to apologise? You certainly don’t need apologies. You’ll just turn away and leave. Never to return. Even if I’m being humiliated, even if I die in a miserable corner all alone, you’ll never look back at me. Leaving me to die a restless ghost.
Bo was stunned. His heart wasn’t really empty of hate. He hated his family for not believing him. Even in his most painful moments, they weren’t willing to lend a hand. He hated Sean for spoiling him rotten yet left without hesitation. But what right did he have to hate? Everything happened because of his arrogance and stupidity. All the bitter fruits he reaped could only go down his throat. No one in this world was obliged to love him, to spoil him, for his whole life.
A few more chuckles escaped Bo’s throat. He tried once more to reach the ground, but Sean’s embrace only grew tighter. All he heard was Sean’s voice.
“Bo, are you still angry with me?” he asked.
Bo let out a weak sigh. “N-No,” he mumbled.
Sean’s voice was filled with bitter agony. “You still deny it. If you aren’t, why would you push me away? Just what should I do to soothe your fury? Tell me, please?”
“I’m really not. Let me go,” Bo said in a helpless, dejected tone.
Sean finally let go and Bo swiftly hopped to the ground. When Bo turned around, he was petrified. Sean’s face was filled with torment and pain which he’d been unable to hide in time.
Bo’s heart ached even further. Overwhelmed, he raised his hand to caress Sean’s face. When it was halfway in the air, something struck his mind and he hurriedly withdrew his hand. But Sean who’d been focusing on him caught it. Sean looked at the boy trying to hide from him. With a pained smile, he changed the topic.
“Do you want some water?” he asked.
“Ah, right. I’m thirsty. I’ll have some,” Bo rushed out. In a panicked frenzy, he grabbed a bottle from the table without looking to see what it was, pulled out the cork and poured its contents straight into his mouth.
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