Su Junhao was taken aback. As soon as he entered, he couldn't quite process it. How could it be that just last night he felt that he couldn't extricate himself from his emotional turmoil, and today he seemed to have recovered as if nothing had happened at all.
What he witnessed yesterday felt like an illusion.
"Are you all right?" Su Junhao asked.
"I'm fine," Nan Sichen replied coolly, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. Everyone's still waiting for me to host the meeting."
"Uh, Achen, are you sure you're okay? You have no idea what you looked like last night. It can only be described with four words: grief-stricken, overwhelmed with sorrow, tears flowing, heart-wrenching, liver-piercing, broken heart, soul-crushing anguish…."
Su Junhao couldn't stop once he started, seemingly wanting to use every idiom he knew, luckily Nan Sichen interrupted in time, "Alright, I get it, you're good with idioms, no need to show off. Goodbye."
