Zhao Tan returned to the room and it was already past eleven at night. He thought Cen Ye must have left, only to see upon entering that the person was still sitting in the same spot, unmoved, as if he had not budged for hours.
Zhao Tan felt an unpleasant taste in his heart; he didn't look at the guy and walked straight into the bathroom. But even the slightest peripheral vision allowed him to sense the utterly defeated aura radiating from that guy.
Zhao Tan silently cursed "fuck" in his heart, made a mess in the bathroom, then came out, flipped back the blanket, and lay down on the bed. Afterward, he placed his arms behind his head and gazed at the ceiling.
Cen Ye was still sitting with his back to him. The two were silent for a while until Cen Ye said, "I have no other choice." His voice was very hoarse.
Zhao Tan's face turned pale, but he still said nothing.
