Critical HP Damage

"Did you cry?"

Gu Luoxin's hand abruptly shook when he heard that question. H–How did Senior know? Had he given something away?? No, he was certain that he had not shed even a single teardrop since they started speaking on the phone, so there was no way Noir could know about it! As for the question, was it just a blind guess? Because his voice sounded a little weird when he picked up the call? 

Gu Luoxin's mind raced furiously in that split second before he came to a solid decision. He wouldn't admit it even if someone held a knife to his throat— it was simply too pathetic!

With the mentality of not knowing how to stop until he hit a dead end, Gu Luoxin turned around with a perfectly bewildered expression. "No…?" he displayed a mix of confusion and curiosity in his tone. "Why did you say that, Senior?"

Stellar acting, Xinxin! The musical theater industry will lose out if they don't recruit a genius like you!