Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1192: Don’t Scare Me

Xige?

This sounds like a man’s name, and the way it’s addressed is so intimate, this person must be very important to him.

Could it be...

What really happened to him in the past?

Does his constant, excessive drinking have anything to do with this person named Xige?

Qing Yi was a mess inside, unable to pinpoint his feelings.

But he truly felt unwell.

Just as Qing Yi was lost in his chaotic thoughts, the unconscious drunkard suddenly convulsed.

He opened his eyes and woke up.

Qing Yi was startled, then spoke out joyfully: "Xiaohan."

"You’re awake, how do you feel? Does your heart still hurt?"

"... "

"... Xiaohan?"

Seeing the drunkard as before, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling motionlessly, with an empty look as if his soul was lost, the smile on Qing Yi’s face gradually disappeared, and his heart tightened.

"Xiaohan?"

"Can you hear me speaking?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Xiaohan?"

"Don’t scare me, what’s wrong?" He touched the drunkard’s forehead, then his face, but still got no response.

"Say something, Xiaohan?"

Qing Yi was about to get up to press the emergency button by the bed when the unmoving drunkard blinked.

"Xiaohan?"

"..."

"Xiaohan?"

The drunkard’s eyes subtly moved, and the vacant look gradually regained clarity.

But he still didn’t answer Qing Yi.

"Can you hear me speaking?"

His hand suddenly empty, Qing Yi instinctively lowered his eyes to see the drunkard withdrawing his hand from Qing Yi’s grasp.

Qing Yi paused briefly, then looked over, only to see the drunkard slowly curled his thin body.

Then he held his head, both hands gripping his short hair, curling completely under the blanket, forehead nearly touching his knees, his body started shaking.

"What’s wrong? Is your body hurting?" Qing Yi reached to touch the drunkard’s face, only to find it warm to the touch, and instantly panicked, standing up to find a doctor.

But then heard the sounds of sobbing.

Qing Yi’s footsteps halted, turning back to see the drunkard on the bed shaking more violently.

Dumbfounded, he looked at his own palm, realizing only then that it was tears, not cold sweat.

"... Xiaohan."

Qing Yi called him weakly, his voice fraught with panic.

He reached out to touch the drunkard’s head, suddenly unsure of what to do.

Except for the last time when he found him hiding away in the hospital dealing with his illness alone, where he cried out of guilt, he’d never seen him cry.

He imagined all sorts of bad scenarios upon the drunkard waking up, even possibly vomiting blood again, suffering as if dying, but never thought he’d cry.

Listening to the drunkard’s increasingly uncontrollable crying, Qing Yi slowly came to.

"Xiaohan." He sat back on the bedside, leaned closer to him, gently embraced his continually trembling body, resting his chin against his head.

"What’s wrong, is your body hurting?"

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"What’s happened? Tell me." He soothed him with a soft voice, afraid of seeming harsh and making him feel wronged.

Perhaps due to Qing Yi’s comforting words, the drunkard’s emotions didn’t calm, but his crying intensified.

"Don’t scare me, what’s wrong." Qing Yi’s heart tightened in fear.

The drunkard said nothing, just cried, increasingly fiercely, as if he would cry himself breathless.