Xinyuan couldn't believe what he had just heard.
His eyes remained wide. His lips parted slightly.
For a moment, he could only stare.
His grip on Jingxin's shirt remained tight while his brother stood there with blood smeared across his face, breathing hard through a broken nose.
Jingxin grabbed his wrist. "Now you know why."
His voice was rough. "So why don't you let me go?"
Xinyuan didn't move. His thoughts felt tangled, heavy and loud.
But slowly, he forced his expression back under control. "I was fifteen."
His voice came out quieter than expected. "I didn't do any of that intentionally. I didn't ask to become a disaster-class Esper."
Jingxin immediately burst into laughter.
The sound echoed through the room.
"Look at you." He grinned through the blood. "You look completely broken."
Xinyuan's jaw tightened.
"If you regret it so much, you can always come with me." Jingxin's smile widened. "They want to fix everything."
