Tyson: "?"

Si Yan: "But based on my observation, he's straight, so you might be sad."

Eighteen-year-old Si Yan was still a proper fujoshi (a female fan of male-male romance).

She naturally fell head over heels for these two handsome men with such an odd atmosphere.

This couple might be a bit heartbreaking.

Yan Yan sighed.

Tyson: "..."

Si Yan: "Why don't you tell me? Maybe you'll feel much better if you do."

“I…” Tyson lowered his eyes, “I don’t know whether I should go home.”

Why don't you reply?

“My family probably doesn’t want me.”

"Aren't they good to you?"

"No, no, they were very good to me, really, exceptionally good."

On countless nights, Tyson recalls moments from the past, and all he feels is warmth.

They were all very kind to him.

It's his own fault.

"If that's the case, why not go home?"

"I……"

"Is it that you don't want to go home?"

"No, I want to go back."

"Since it's home and you want to go back, then go back."

Tyson hesitated: "Can we really go back?"

Si Yan smiled and said, "Judging from your expression, you must really like your home. Your home must be a very warm and wonderful place."

Tyson nodded vigorously.

“You’ve been away from home for quite a while now. I think your family must miss you. I think you should go home.”

Tyson's eyes widened slightly.

Do they really miss me?

Si Yan smiled and said, "Mmm!"

Tyson's eyes shone even brighter, and his silver pupils instantly shone with a galaxy-like brilliance.

His ears twitched slightly, and his tail wagged even more merrily.

Go home, go home now.