He eyes the tea in his hand and curls his nose in disgust. "Is this useless then?"

He dislikes this whole situation. It's already complicated with all of the social aspects of Xie'er leaving when he was on such poor footing with the others and now he must endure this indignity.

Since there's no reason to hide it now, he reaches up and rubs one of his temples. "He was a very troubled young man. He was an enemy of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing back home and had arrived after his death, but he was attempting.. in a way.. to make amends." Although Ye Baiyi doubted that his sanity was intact. He would've had a very long road back through his grief and denial.

He shrugs. "It wasn't going well for him."