Xing Han

Upon hearing that question, coupled with that genuine look of worry on Xing Han's face, Kyle looked down in order to settle himself first.

Ever since he told Sam about MIB, he had been feeling rather guilty about it. Even though that had been the only course of action at that time. Even though there had been no reason to reveal it to Xing Han.

The guilt was still there.

"Why, you ask?" Kyle repeated Xing Han's question, his head still down. Wetting his lips, he took a deep breath as he looked up nervously.

Xing Han saw the worry that was apparent on Kyle's face. That rather sad-looking smile he was putting on as he said, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

Xing Han frowned. The anger he didn't know he had started boiling within him. He got up, stomped over, grabbed Kyle on the shoulders and shook him in frustration. Kyle let him be, not protesting or saying anything while Xing Han did so.