Ye Jinwen waited for a while and, after watching Xiao Qimo hang up the phone, approached him like a pitiful little dog, "Qimo, Shen Yixin talked to me a lot today."
Xiao Qimo raised his eyebrows.
Ye Jinwen continued, talking to himself, "She wants to break off our engagement, and I haven't replied to her. I... I don't know how to respond."
In fact, Ye Jinwen had an answer in his heart long ago; he just couldn't get past that moral hurdle. Even now, when it was the other side who brought it up first, he felt only a moment of relief, followed by endless guilt.
Xiao Qimo saw his hesitation and, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses, their brotherly bond stopped feeling so superficial this time.
With an underlying tone, he spoke deliberately, "What if that person you're looking for is still alive?"
"Alive?"
Ye Jinwen took a step closer, "Qimo, do you know something?"
