Ignoring the three women with tear-streaked faces, Yang Chen walked straight to the window sill outside, took out a cigarette with trembling hands, and silently smoked.
As he smoked, Yang Chen paused, staring blankly out the window, his eyes reddening, oblivious to the fact that the cigarette was burning his hand.
Ye Xin saw it and quickly stepped forward to flick away the cigarette butt from Yang Chen's hand, surprised to find that his eyes were red with tears streaming down.
"Yang... Yang Chen..." Ye Xin looked nervously at him, not expecting to see such vulnerability and tenderness in him.
