Hong Yuan patted Su Yixiu's shoulder, offering a word of reassurance. "Take it easy."
Su Yixiu withdrew his gaze, his fists clenched, and his eyes filled with an unmistakable sorrow.
He spoke with a bitter tone, "I understand."
Therefore, he never dared to entertain any illusions. That man was exceptional, and he pampered Qin Sheng to an extraordinary degree. He was well aware that he could never compare. Moreover, it was clear that Qin Sheng held deep affection for him.
There was no room for anyone else between them.
Thus, Su Yixiu would never have such unrealistic hopes. His first love was fated to be unrequited.
Hong Yuan, seeing Su Yixiu's disheartened expression, felt for him, but he knew it would not alter the situation.
He said nothing further and returned to his desk, sitting down.
After composing himself, Su Yixiu began helping Hong Yuan organize some documents.
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