LYING IS SIN, XIAN GE.

The sight was hard to accept by Song Jun. Tang Xian was sitting on the toilet bowl. His head hung low on the left hand, sweatpants on his right thigh only covering his private part.

Motionless like a statue. Depression that was hovering on top of their life, once ore taking its ugly turn. The only thing that was showing some signs of life in him is breathing, which was shallow and slight.

"Xian ge...Xian ge...What happened to you? Are you hurt again?" Song Jun asked as he reached near Tang Xian's sitting silhouette. "Xian ge, please look at me and tell me what happened to you"

Tang Xian's shoulders froze at the contact of Song Jun that reached to his bones and then to his soul. His heart somehow came into peace with his mind but the sudden outburst from Song Jun's unbearable voice made it difficult to breathe.

He looked at Song Jun losing the facade of strong will and then very slowly he handed over sweatpants to Song Jun.