Long after the two women had left, Yang Jingshen sat inside his room, showing no sign of the previous emotional distress. In fact, except for his overly reddened and puffy eyes as well as his slightly swollen face, there really wasn't the slightest sign that he cried up a storm just moments ago.
His face also showed no distress and was only sporting an expression of nonchalance. But in his heart, Yang Jingshen was dying for, maybe the… twentieth round? All because of embarrassment.
In his memory, the last time he had really cried his heart out was probably that time when the older kid who lived next door kicked him and robbed his favorite Bruce Lee toy figurine and then accidentally broke it. He might have been at most eight or nine years old at that time.
