He Xiuyu hadn't planned on taking too much time, but in this moment, he too was somewhat sighing endlessly.
He sat quietly, serving as a competent listener.
Chen Tianliang, growing agitated as he spoke, gradually lowered his voice.
He looked at He Xiuyu, and after a moment, Chen Tianliang slumped onto the sofa, covering his face with both hands.
This was to prevent He Xiuyu from seeing his expression, perhaps.
After calming himself, he raised his head and slowly exhaled.
Speaking it out had relieved much of the burden.
Yet in his mind, he suddenly felt as if he didn't know what day it was today, as a hint of bewilderment flashed through his eyes.
He Xiuyu poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of him, saying in a gentle voice, "Brother Chen, have some water to calm your emotions..."
Chen Tianliang's voice was a bit strained, "Xiuyu, I'm embarrassed in front of you, I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
