His hands twitch, almost managing to cup his hands into greeting with composure, but no, he can't do that. His knees hit the floor of the car, and moment later so does his forehead.
"I am sorry. I am sorry."
He should probably not do this. But he can't help himself, it is the only thing he can possibly do.
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Xichen lowers the xiao, his hands trembling.
"Da ge..."
His hands twitch, almost managing to cup his hands into greeting with composure, but no, he can't do that. His knees hit the floor of the car, and moment later so does his forehead.
"I am sorry. I am sorry."
He should probably not do this. But he can't help himself, it is the only thing he can possibly do.