He shouldn't have left him alone at the bar yesterday, he should have snapped him out of it, dragged him home and locked him in the room, he shouldn't have condoned his irrational behavior.
Why did he leave him there, why didn't he take him along, why...
Self-blame and guilt spread through Jun Moyan's chest, making him unable to face Shangguan Yu at this moment.
Jun Moyan moved his numb legs that were nearly losing sensation, then slowly turned around and walked towards the door, step by clumsy step, just like when he came in...
"Jun Moyan..."
Wen Xiao'ai looked at Jun Moyan, who seemed unable to walk, like he had lost his soul, and felt increasingly upset.
She watched Jun Moyan slowly walk past her, then glanced at Shangguan Yu on the operating table but didn't follow Jun Moyan out...
Jun Moyan left the operating room but couldn't escape the suffocation and grief brought by Shangguan Yu's death, not even the oppressive atmosphere inside the room.
