"I'm not crying. Why would I cry?"
"Your eyes are swollen," Little Fatty said. "They were fine during dinner, and now they're swollen..."
"It's just some sand in my eyes... fine, say what you want to say."
Tang Fei couldn't pretend anymore and laid his cards on the table.
With such a significant event having occurred, his heart was truly suffocating, and he indeed needed someone to share the burden.
He now tremendously admired the old man, wondering how he had managed all these years.
Thinking of his mismatched appearance with his age, Tang Fei had a rough understanding.
The fires of hatred had charred him beyond recognition.
Would he follow in the old man's footsteps?
"Brother, what exactly happened?" Little Fatty squeezed past Tang Fei and sat close to him, ready for a long talk. "Won't you tell me? Whatever it is, let's carry it together."
Tang Fei closed the door and placed the fruit tray on the desk, looking at Little Fatty. "Little Fatty, are you afraid of dying?"