Several figures outside the door pushed and shoved each other as they squeezed into the training room.
Su Mianyan hadn't noticed anyone approaching, still sobbing softly.
A few young men froze on the spot, exchanging glances.
Brother Yu, you go, you've always been close with him.
Lu Yanyu waved his hand, pointing towards Zhao Qi.
I'm no good at comforting people, Little Qi, you go!
Zhao Qi was stunned when suddenly someone behind him pushed him forward with force.
Hearing the noise, Su Mianyan slowly lifted his head, his amber eyes losing their luster.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "What, what's wrong?"
Confronted with those swollen red eyes, Zhao Qi opened his mouth as if something was stuck in his throat, the consoling words choked back.
He'd experienced this feeling before, when it seemed like the whole world had turned grey.
