"What do you know about Tsukushi?!" Mortis's tone suddenly turned sharp, and her previously expressionless face became more animated with anger. She pointedly accused him, "Your room was quite lively tonight! That bassist, that blonde girl, and those girls who came out of nowhere... You chatted and laughed with every single one of them. Even that idiot bassist who spouted nonsense and declared she wanted to 'make babies' with you—you eagerly flirted and bantered with her. But did you ever notice Tsukushi sitting in the corner?!"
"She sat there all night, holding the can of cola you gave her, without saying a single word."
"You were the one who pulled her out of that suffocating home! You were the one who taught her how to use the guitar to express what was in her heart! You were the one who gave her hope! And yet you ignored Tsukushi like this, taking away the only place she had left to belong and driving her completely over the edge!!"
"This is all your fault!!"
Mortis released one arm from around Qianyi and extended a slender finger, jabbing it hard into his chest.
Yet in the face of this fierce barrage of accusations, Qianyi did not get angry, nor did he defend himself out of guilt.
He merely listened quietly until she was done. Then, slowly extending a hand from beneath the covers, he gently placed it atop Mortis's head and softly ruffled her smooth short hair. "Mortis, you're a very gentle child too, just like Tsukushi."
"What are you do—" Mortis was caught entirely off guard by the sudden head pat. The chill in her eyes froze, and she instinctively shrank back, wanting to fling away the hand that inexplicably made her panic.
But in the next instant, Qianyi's words forcibly halted