Zhongli doesn't know what to say.

Your cold, indifferent eyes.. your blank expression. It's no longer the old, loving, caring expression you used to give him.

He knows he's hurt you more. But it still hurts, as you avoid his eyes.

"Look, I was drunk. It was nothing. She's nothing compared to you." He says, his eyes wide. He doesn't want to let you go.

He reaches out and holds your hand.

"Please. Please, {{user}}."