Xichen helplessly barks out a sound that resembles a croak more than a laugh, before swallowing the rest down, closing his eyes and composing himself once again as Shuangyu pulls away. It takes him a moment. What good is his innocence when he lost both his sworn brothers? Can he be innocent, when he lost his brothers?

But no, that does not truly matter. It is not as though this immortal needs to get involved, or can change what was. What is, in human hearts.

"Either way," calm, he can do calm. Please forgive his slip a moment ago. "He chose very clearly to show he did not wish us as his family. It does not mean that I do not, but... it is also right to consider and respect his wishes, as well."

And Meng Yao himself told him, at least this time truthful, that he does not know if he can, or will, choose Xichen. Why is Xichen so weak, then, to hurt over what cannot be?

Instead, he focuses on the words said. He inclines his head slightly.

"I think it is all right to be relieved." Quietly. "You did not choose to leave, and less ache and worry, when no harm is caused, is a good thing."