In the room next to the afternoon tea gathering, tears trembled on the verge of spilling from Wen Yuzhi's eyes.
Lu Mingwen sat across from him, unmoved. If Wen Yuzhi hadn't said he had something to tell him about Old Yan and Xia Shule, giving him a sliver of hope, he wouldn't have been sitting there.
But after listening for a long time, Lu Mingwen realized that the man had been saying nothing useful, only trying to soften his heart.
Lu Mingwen had grown up now. He was no longer the foolish boy he had once been.
"If you're finished, I'm leaving." Lu Mingwen drained the last of his tea.
Wen Yuzhi panicked. Tears streamed down his face as he pleaded with Lu Mingwen in a trembling voice, "Ah-Wen, do you really not want me anymore? I've realized my mistakes. I lost my head. Can you forgive me?"
Lu Mingwen sighed.
Back then, Wen Yuzhi had suddenly begun hurting himself because Yan Zhiyi had told him the truth: Lu Mingwen liked Wen Yuzhi, and Yan Zhiyi had only refrained from engaging with Wen Yuzhi out of consideration for Lu Mingwen's request.
But after learning this, Wen Yuzhi had begun hurting himself like a madman, caring about nothing and disregarding everything.
He had said he hated Lu Mingwen and refused to believe that Yan Zhiyi hadn't rejected him because of Lu Mingwen.
Lu Mingwen had already heard that entire conversation from around the corner.
He had given up, so afterward, no matter how much of a scene Wen Yuzhi made, Yan Zhiyi no longer paid him any attention.
After all this time, Wen Yuzhi was saying he regretted it now?
"Actually, I heard everything that day. When you said you hated me, I was right outside the door."
Wen Yuzhi grew