Yu Ze felt a headache from all the curses he read. With a long sigh, he closed his phone and gazed at the dark night outside, his mind clearer than ever.
Surprisingly, he found himself understanding Wang Yao a bit. There was a time when he, too, struggled to carry on, despite many saying that it had passed.
Yet, for them, everything from the past remained deeply etched in memory. The bewildering despair of plummeting into the abyss in a single night was unforgettable.
Reflecting on how everyone now respectfully called him Mr. Yu, he didn't feel happy. In fact, there was a sense of absurdity.
Elevating and denigrating others was commonplace in this circle. Reality could feel desolate.
Lost in thought, he was suddenly bumped from behind by a small figure. Turning gently, Yu Ze found Huo Ji'an rolling into his embrace as if sensing his presence.
With mouth agape and hands tightly wrapped around his waist, Huo Ji'an slept peacefully, his cheek pressed against Yu Ze's chest.