The abrupt change left Qin Shaofeng stunned for quite a while.
He could not help recalling a joke he had seen before transmigrating, which said that when two heartbroken people wounded by love came together, the distance between them could close in an instant.
It even said that this was especially true for men who had been hurt by a woman.
If they still had ties to that woman, they would naturally be enemies. But if both had been wounded, then as long as they knew each other's circumstances, they could become brothers straight away.
He had once taken it as a joke, never expecting it to become reality.
"Ninth Brother, you needn't be like this. Love is a word that harms people deeply; it has always been so since ancient times. And women's hearts are far crueler than ours as men. You needn't torment yourself like this. Men must learn to let go," Qin Shaofeng advised, tears glinting in his eyes.
"Let go? It sounds so simple. But have you truly let go, Brother?" Shen Zhong asked in return.
"I... sigh!"
Another tear fell from Qin Shaofeng's eyes, yet he concealed it in an exceptionally clever manner.
Had it been anyone ordinary, they definitely would not have noticed.
But since Shen Zhong was a Saint Star Position expert, Qin Shaofeng believed he certainly would not be able to hide it from him.
If such acting had been discovered by a great director from any country on Earth, they would surely have cried out "Movie Emperor!" and fought madly to snatch him away.
Shen Zhong had indeed noticed.
Yet as a heartbroken man himself, he knew very well that some pains of the heartbroken could not be brought up.
This was especially true for men.
At the very least, what