"I am. I am worried that you will, that you let your guard down. One of you is more than I could handle. So promise me that you'll be careful. He died the first time back home. He died the second time here. I don't know if I can take him back home in one piece." He sighs, distraught as he carries the weight of his guilt in his chest. He managed to eat a little bit of his cake and tea in bite-size, which he felt like he hasn't eaten in a long time and trying to chew and sip, but his thoughts are distracting.

"Wei Ying, don't be reckless." He means that, voice heavy with solemn weight.