In his eyes, Howard had always known when to be playful and when to be serious.
'Tears… isn't that something only women shed?' He had never seen a grown man like Howard cry before.
At this moment, the sight of Howard crying so miserably while clutching his hand almost gave him the wrong idea.
'Is this really the Howard I know?'
"You're a grown man, what are you crying about? Get up. You're blocking the door." Yuri Sinclair waved his hand, trying to push the dead-drunk man away.
But Howard was crying as if possessed. When clinging to Yuri's hand wasn't enough, he switched to his leg.
"Yuri, I feel so miserable, but I still have to pretend I'm fine in front of you."
"What do you have to be miserable about?" Yuri had completely lost his patience. He dragged the man away, stuck the key in the lock, and twisted it open.
The moment he pushed the door open, Yuri switched on the lights.
