They had just had a fight, after all, so Jiangg Ning had to brace herself before going in. She hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered up her courage and entered.
When she stepped inside.
She found Chen Yuan sitting there quietly by himself. His hands were clasped behind his head, and his chair was tilted back as he stared blankly at the ceiling, doing nothing.
A moment later, a low sigh, seemingly filled with endless sorrow, escaped his lips.
'Looks like Chen Yuan is unhappy too.' He didn't know how to handle this sudden fight, nor did he understand how to process such sensitive emotions. People can be strange sometimes. Many know they shouldn't dump their bad moods on others like trash, but when emotions overwhelm your defenses and you lose your cool, who can truly maintain one hundred percent control?
'Is there really anyone in the world who can process all their emotions and greet every morning with the passion of the rising sun?'
