He silently took out his phone and slowly walked to one side, sitting alone by the window.
The night outside the window set off his dejected figure, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow.
At that moment, Ya Zeqing seemed like a child defeated by reality, feeling deeply powerless in the face of love he couldn't reach.
The phone screen still displayed Pei Jingchuan's photo and comments, which seemed to mock Ya Zeqing's helplessness.
His vision began to blur as tears quietly slid down, one drop after another, silently falling on the phone screen.
Ya Zeqing cried silently, his heart filled with deep longing for Jiang Yuzhu and a love he couldn't let go of.
His tears, like a silent confession, poured out the emotions in his heart that he couldn't put into words.
Brother Li stood by, silently protecting Ya Zeqing, not disturbing his emotional release.
He knew that what Ya Zeqing needed at the moment was not comfort, but a quiet space to face his emotions alone.