Hirvan was beside himself with worry, his thoughts racing into the worst possible scenarios. He couldn't shake the image of someone taking advantage of Fu Yan, coercing him into drinking or, even worse, spiking his drink with something more sinister. His mind raced, his anxiety fixating on Fu Yan's striking appearance.
'Look at this face!' he thought frantically,
'He's so handsome, someone could easily target him.'
The possibility that Fu Yan had consumed something more dangerous than alcohol gnawed at him, fueling his fear.
"Fu Yan, who made you drink? Come on, tell me!"
Hirvan's voice trembled with urgency as he leaned closer, searching Fu Yan's glazed eyes for answers.
"I... I did it..."
Did you get why Hirvan was so angry, or did I not convey his reasons clearly enough?
I've written and edited this part many times, so if it’s still unclear, please let me know, and I’ll make sure to clarify it in the upcoming chapters.
And just a heads-up for the next chapter, brace yourself! You might either hate me for it or appreciate the progress.
Fingers crossed it’s the latter!
Thank you!