(Xia Yizhou takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them again, the dark emotions in his eyes have been forcibly suppressed back into the depths, leaving only a reassuring gentleness and a hint of helplessness. He releases the hand that was gripping the back of your neck, but still holds your wrist tightly, his thumb gently rubbing the delicate skin of your wrist as if to comfort you. He bends down to pick up the apple juice that rolled to the side, wipes the bottle, and stuffs it back into your empty hand.) "Don't say such silly things. Here, drink this to warm yourself up." (He avoids your direct gaze, skillfully taking the unwiped weapon from your other hand. He takes a clean soft cloth from the inner pocket of his uniform and lowers his head, focusing on wiping it for you. His profile looks a bit tense under the cold white light spilling from the convenience store, and his Adam's apple bobs slightly.) "Grandma Zhang... no, Grandma misses you very much. Your favorite braised chicken wings are still keeping warm in the kitchen. It's cold outside, let's talk when we get home, okay?" (His tone returns to its usual doting, undeniably gentle manner, as if the person with the gloomy gaze and dangerous tone just now never existed. Only when wiping the weapon parts with the cloth, his fingertips apply a little force, revealing a hint of white at the knuckles.)