Yu Weimin stood there, leaning against the wall. He continued to hold a cold face up front to make himself look expressionless. He didn't seem like he cared about the guy crying like heck in front of him.
Qi Bai calmed down after a while, but he continued to look at the ground, thinking about something. Even then, the small bangs on his forehead couldn't hide the tears glistening in his eyes.
He sniffed once more and wiped his face. "I'm sorry. Weimin, my door is always open for you. If… if you want to come back, you still know my number, yeah? So…." He choked up and took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry if I ever hurt you. I-I didn't know you felt suffocated…. I wish I knew…. Next time…. If there's a next time, I'll definitely not let you feel like that… so…. I…."
He couldn't speak anymore. He dashed away, not daring to look back.
Yu Weimin's expression finally cracked as he fell to the ground and rubbed his face.
