The air in the room filled with tension as Shi Qingxuan was held by the chin, forced to drink the bitter medicine. He choked a few times, spitting out most of it, staining his clothes in the process. "Let me go!" he cried out, knocking the bowl over with his head.
Shi Wudu's expression turned dark. "Break it! Go ahead and break it! What are you afraid of? We have plenty of medicine. You break one bowl, I'll bring you twenty more! I won’t stop until you drink it all!"
Shi Qingxuan howled in frustration, "Why can’t you just leave me alone? Let me fend for myself!"
Shi Wudu replied sternly, "I’m your brother! If I can’t take care of you, who else can?!"
Shi Qingxuan fell silent, turning his head away. After a while, Shi Wudu sat down at the edge of the bed, trying to soften his tone. "I'll go fix your fan."
"I don't want that fan anymore," Shi Qingxuan said, his voice filled with discontent.
Shi Wudu loved that exquisite Treasure Fan of the Wind Master. He took it out to play with it at every chance, even during heavy blizzards, but now his brother declared he didn’t want it. Xie Lian found it increasingly strange. "If you don’t want it, it’s fine. I can just refine a new treasure for you."
Shi Qingxuan turned back, urgent, "I don’t want a new one either! Just let me go!"