I am sorry, I don't think I can take it anymore.

Fu Yan and Lu Hanbing stared at the photograph in silence. If Hirvan and Irama had a history, if there was a bond they had not known about… everything they had assumed, everything they had thought they understood was now in question.

Fu Yan's mind was racing, heart pounding as his thoughts filled with jealousy and betrayal. The suspicion no matter how baseless it might be, grew within him. The idea that Hirvan had purposely sought out Irama, that he had left them both for someone else, was a painful thought that he couldn't shake. Before he even knew it, he was moving, his body acting of its own record, as he dashed toward the stairs, his fists clenched, anger blazing in his eyes.

Lu Hanbing was in a daze when he snapped out of his shock and hurried after him, catching up just as Fu Yan reached the top of the stairs.

"Fu Yan, are you crazy?!"