Xie Qiyan had always been the picture of grace and composure, but as he spoke those words, the man's deep-set eyes couldn't help but shimmer with faint tears. His voice trembled slightly as he held the wine glass with his elegant fingers. Once he finished speaking, he swallowed, his sexy throat bobbing, and drained the glass in one swift motion.
"..." Xie Qiyan's words left the group of brothers exchanging stunned glances. They had originally assumed his love story would proceed more smoothly, but it seemed now that their expectations had been far too optimistic…
"Qi Yan, could you elaborate a bit more? It seems like none of us fully understood. Tell us, and maybe we can help you analyze it."
Shang Pinhao set down his wine glass and spread his hands casually, raising his chiseled brows with a slight tilt. At this moment, despite his own troubles in love, he forced himself to set aside his sadness about Shen Yuyu and muster some spirit to share in Xie Qiyan's pain.
