The silence on the phone stretched on for so long that the study seemed almost suffocated, as if the air itself had frozen. Wei Fangyi's hand holding the phone trembled incessantly until it shook so much he could no longer hold the receiver, and it dropped to the floor.
Wei Qin, on the other end of the line, heard the sound but said nothing, instead letting out a long sigh.
Wei Fangyi, frantic, picked up the phone again, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Son, is… is it true? Jiang Yang, he…" Wei Qin couldn't finish his words; instead, he covered his face with his hands, tears soaking through his fingers and falling onto the desk.
Wei Fangyi had always been a pillar of strength, a man without regret, but in this moment, he was engulfed by endless pain. That pain was rife with countless self-reproaches, guilt, shame, unbearable memories... Despite they both being men of distinction and honor, at this moment, they didn't even have the courage to face Jiang Yang.
