"So tired you feel like killing someone?"
"I've been with her for over half a year, right? We've been through so much, but I feel like she has no real feelings for me..."
"...You came to this reception today to talk to me about your love life?"
"I don't know who else to turn to..."
Zhongli Wuzhi looked away.
Wen Nian, with one hand in his trouser pocket, swept his amber eyes over Zhongli Wuzhi.
Time didn't seem long, but just a year ago, Zhongli Wuzhi was a suave young master who turned heads wherever he went, charming and full of grace in his words and deeds.
Now, he had become a man with no sparkle in his eyes, full of sorrow, trapped by his emotions.
Wen Nian leaned against the back of the sofa, quietly waiting for Zhongli Wuzhi to speak up.
Indeed, this wasn't a suitable place for heart-to-heart conversations, but Zhongli Wuzhi's low mood almost repelled anyone who wanted to approach Wen Nian or strike up a conversation with him.
