An Yingming shut out the arguing voices from outside the door, and finally, the buzzing noise in his eardrums died down a lot.
He clutched his head, his expression one of painful anguish as he buried it in his knees.
He didn't understand where it had all gone wrong, how he had ended up in such a state.
The noise from outside still occasionally reached his ears, and the more he listened, the more numb he became.
Only today had he realized that his parents, whom he thought were deeply in love, were not actually what they seemed.
His mother had once kept a gigolo, his father had countless mistresses outside, and several illegitimate children.
And his fiancée, whom he thought would be deeply committed to him, had heartlessly left him.
He thought he had encountered an angel that day, but perhaps what he met was a harbinger of bad luck.
Otherwise, how could he explain that everything had started going wrong after meeting Ye Qiu?
