When she returned to the room, she noticed that Qiang Yue was still slumped down in desolation.
He would occasionally stare at his father, but otherwise, keep his head bowed.
"Yunhua...?" His hoarse voice broke her heart to pieces.
She swallowed down her pity and lied, "Sorry, it seems like I have to go home because there's been a mishap. Before anything, do you want for me to stay with you?"
Of course he did, but Qiang Yue didn't want to be selfish and hold her back because of his dilemmas.
So instead, he shook his head. "I'll survive. Text me when you get home safely okay?"
"What are you going to do?" She saw his eyes clouded with sadness, so she had to know what he was going to do.
He only smiled tight-lipped and shook his head.
"I'll be heading home for a shower and to arrange the funeral arrangements. Don't worry."
Of course she worried!
This man looked like he was on the verge of collapse from all the weight on his shoulders.
