The popular young idol opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and in the end, he said nothing. What was there to explain anyway?
His silence was a form of acquiescence.
He heard the phone ring but let it ring on purpose without answering.
The senior brother saw this and his self-mocking smile widened: "Am I like a plague? Avoided by all who see me?"
The popular young idol lowered his gaze, still silent.
This kind of silence was very uncomfortable, more like silent mockery of him, or perhaps silently telling him: At least you have self-awareness.
"I am being wronged!" the senior brother shouted angrily.
He was like a raging lion, eyes bulging, his expression fierce, veins on his forehead pounding.
The popular young idol exhaled, and after a long silence, finally spoke: "Does it matter if it's a wrongful accusation? The current you already has no future."
