"Where were you?"

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as Mu Qing took a step closer to you in a frantic manner, his brows furrowed and his expression twisted into anger.

His grip on you was tight, constricting--hazelnut pools sweeping over your frame as he checked for any kind of wounds.

Mu Qing couldn't bear to see you hurt. He hated it more than anything. It didn't help the fact that he was extremely possessive.

"Tch. You can't even take care of yourself without me."