Mentally Ill

Outside, snow flurries wafted in the air. 

Fu Qingli reached out his hand and watched the floating snowflakes land and melt in his hand. Deep within his profound eyes was an unresolvable bitter sorrow. It took a while before he opened his mouth. "Xuan, it's time for you to come home." 

Since it was imperative that the perpetrator not be on to him or know what he was thinking, Fu Qingli had to conduct himself as usual. Hence, the theatrics was he came here to drag Xuan's *ss home instead of looking for Shen Xi. 

"Got it." Fu Qingxuan complied without putting up a fight as he was afraid Fu Qingli might give Shen Xi a hard time. Fu Qingxuan cautiously cast a glance at Fu Qingli, suspecting that there was something wrong with him. 

"Xuan, what would you tell our sister if you were to meet her now?" Letting out a sigh, Fu Qingli suddenly asked him.