Qiao Yun had never seen Pei Ya this heartbroken before.
Not even when he first learned that his parents' deaths were deliberate.
He hadn't been like this then.
She felt at a loss, so she rubbed Pei Ya's head firmly, adopting the stern demeanor of an elder, and said, "No crying allowed."
Pei Ya muttered in a muffled voice, "I'm not crying."
"Really?" Qiao Yun doubted him. In her eyes, Pei Ya was always the most emotional among their group.
Distracted, Pei Ya hummed in response.
He really hadn't cried, but he was deeply upset.
So, he could be so detestable...
He let out a long sigh. "Forget it. Maybe this is what she wants, and I shouldn't meddle."
Qiao Yun felt that Pei Ya was giving up on himself. Uneasy, she asked, "Are you really okay?"
"I'm fine." Pei Ya steadied his emotions, weakly waved his hand, and forced a smile. "I'm just a bit tired. I think I'll head back now."
Qiao Yun carefully examined Pei Ya's expression.
It was clear that he was very upset.
