HIGH MOUNTAIN.

         IT CAN’T BE HELPED. No matter how hard he has been trying not to sniffle or shiver too obviously, Yue Qi just cannot seem to mask just how ill he’s been from his Xiao Jiu. He’s practically painted his torn up sleeve with his snot trying to wipe it away until his nose has turned red and sore. His gaze has been bleary and unfocused throughout their usual misadventures running round the city streets. He truly was trying his best to suck it up though, from offering the scowling little brother beside him a tired smile with all his teeth shown whenever he looked back at him to trying to lilt his voice on a more cheery note when asked a question. But who knew, that the moment they got to their tiny little one walled thatch-made holding, that Yue Qi would suddenly collapse upon where the meager mat the two shared and let the world slip away for a while.

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