It hurts, it hurts so much!
He watched helplessly as his childhood sweetheart, whom he had protected for over a decade, was taken out of his home by another man, leaving with an intimate demeanor, without even a glance or a moment's hesitation.
A tremendous sense of loss, anger, resentment, and an indescribable panic of being completely replaced overwhelmed him in an instant.
His legs buckled, and he could no longer support himself. With a thud, he knelt heavily on the ground, clutching his head in anguish, letting out a silent, desperate cry.
Why...why is this happening...?
The background sound seemed to be the mournful melody of an erhu—
Snowflakes are falling, and the north wind is howling.
The world is a vast expanse of white.
(Imagine the scene: Kaito kneels dejectedly on the cold ground, his eyes vacant, invisible snowflakes falling from the sky, the background gray and white, filled with sorrow and despair... World-famous painting: "The End of the Loser")
At that very moment, on the balcony of the second floor of the Kuroba residence.
The curtains swayed slightly.
Kuroba Chikage was leisurely leaning against the railing, holding a bowl of fragrant and spiritual rice porridge in her hand—it was Yu Sheng Nan who had casually brought it over that morning to reward her, this "hero."
A teacher who balances both sides won't neglect one aspect for the other.
Once the younger ones are appeased, the older ones will naturally be remembered.
She watched with satisfaction as her son looked downstairs, utterly dejected and heartbroken, a classic example of a "loser" who had been "NTR" (Netorare), and then elegantly took a sip of her porridge.
Mmm, the porridge that the owner cooked by hand tastes so different! It's heartwarming and comforting, something I rarely get to drink.
As for the son's feelings?
Well, boys need to experience some setbacks to grow up.
It's better to face reality sooner and let go of your obsessions.
Anyway, this silly boy doesn't seem to have much hope, so why not change tracks sooner and focus on his career, or... find a new childhood sweetheart as a target?
Qianying happily ate her porridge while thinking about it without any guilt.
Yes, what a beautiful and hopeful morning!
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