After reading the message she sent, the faint light in Qin Si's eyes went out, and the red at the corners of his eyes became even redder.
He would rather Guan Yan scold him than for her to soberly, calmly and rationally draw a conclusion about their relationship of more than a year.
Just when Qin Si was trapped in the swamp of pain, Ye Wangchuan and others arrived late and happened to meet people who were standing at the door and had not entered.
"You are..." Ye Wangchuan paused, looked at the man in pain in front of him, and raised his eyes slightly: "Crying?"
Qiao Nian was originally planning to walk past him and go in directly, but when he heard this, he stopped, turned back, and walked in front of Qin Si.
Qin Si covered his face with his hands, not wanting her to see his miserable appearance. He said in a choked voice, "Sister Qiao, do you hate me too?"
Qiao Nian felt a sharp pain in her temple as if it was pricked by a needle. Her clear dark eyes reflected his crying face, which extinguished the fire of dissatisfaction in her heart towards him.
The girl's voice was indifferent.
"Crying won't solve anything."
"I know."
Qin Si tried hard to wipe away the tears that were rolling down, but they kept falling down, as if only in this way could he vent the sharp and piercing pain in his heart.
The veins on his neck bulged, and he lowered his head in embarrassment and dejection, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I disappoint you."
"..." Even though Qiao Nian was extremely disappointed with his handling of the matter and saw how depressed he was, she couldn't say a word of blame.
"It doesn't matter whether we are disappointed or not, what matters is that you have disappointed Guan Yan." Ye Wangchuan's simple clothes could not hide his unique charm. He was like a lone pine tree on the top of a mountain, standing alone, attracting attention and able to guide people.
Qin Si raised his head, his wet eyes were red: "...I know."
"Alas." Ye Wangchuan sighed, his brows furrowed suddenly: "You don't know. If you knew, you wouldn't be so useless. Can crying solve the problem? Or do you want to solve your parents or her by crying?"
"I didn't..." He didn't cry in front of Guan Yan. He was already embarrassed and miserable enough, and he never thought of playing the victim in front of her. "Qin Si, you are a man." Ye Wangchuan interrupted him.
Qin Si raised his eyes, and his painful eyes seemed to be trying to find the answer to redemption.
Ye Wangchuan was very calm: "If I were you, I would leave here and come back to find her when I have enough ability to solve the mess at home."
"But she..." Qin Si didn't dare. This was the point of his pain... He didn't dare to bet that Guan Yan was willing to wait for him...
Ye Wangchuan's sharp and indifferent eyes saw through his hesitation and entanglement: "She has the right to be pursued, and you also have the right to pursue her."
"If you're obsessed with one outcome, forget it. You two are really not suitable for each other. If you want to think clearly about what I said, go back first."
Qin Si stood there as if he was abandoned by the whole world. He understood what Ye Wangchuan meant, which was to let him break up first and talk about it after he had sorted out the issues at home.
But breaking up with Guan Yan...
Qin Si felt the pain spread endlessly and drowned him just thinking about it...
He looked like he had been standing there for a century, but in fact it was only a few minutes. The petrified man moved mechanically.
"I understand, Master Wang."
Ye Wangchuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder without saying anything else.
Qin Si forced himself to curl up the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying, then turned to look at the girl next to him, feeling guilty and uneasy.
"I'm sorry, Sister Qiao."