"But what have I really been doing these past few days?"
When the conversation reached this point, Li Qiang couldn't help but cry. A boy over six feet tall cried like he was wearing a mask of pain. He knew full well he didn't belong to that circle but still forced himself to blend in, even considering lending the hard-earned scholarship to Lu Lin. His family scrimped and saved to put him through university, yet here he was, yearning for a world that wasn't his own.
The more he thought about it, the louder Li Qiang cried.
Facing Li Qiang's candid tears, Chang Hao could only pat his shoulder and say, "Hey, it'll all pass."
"That'd be good."
Since that day, Li Qiang became very quiet. As military training neared its end, the school's activities began to increase.
