Over on Yang Mobin's side, his expression was somewhat vacant, as if he had only just processed what had happened. He fiercely hurled his phone onto the ground, shattering the screen into pieces, much like his heart.
"Why... why?! Qingshi... why are you treating me like this? Why won't you answer my calls... do you hate me?"
He plunged his hands into his hair, gripping his roots tightly, feeling the pain yet keeping that same vacant look in his eyes.
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