Ling Yue cried until his chest hurt, his sobs shook through him uncontrollably as he clung tighter to the front of Han Junhui's robe.
Every time he tried to breathe, another wave of hurt slammed into him, and he broke all over again.
"Why is life so cruel and unfair towards me?" he choked out, his voice strained and trembling. "What did I even do?"
He covered his face with both hands, tears spilling between his fingers. "I was just reading my favorite story in the rain. That was all I did.
I was reading, and then I got hit by a car and woke up in a story where I am an omega everyone hates. A family that treats me like trash. A life that was never supposed to be mine."
Han Junhui had been holding him gently, but the moment he heard that, he reached up and tried to lift Ling Yue's chin.
Ling Yue lowered his head quickly, hiding his face behind his hair because he knew that Han Junhui was never going to understand what he meant.
