Tang Chuan didn't respond; all he did was to point at the bedroom upstairs.
Wei Liao slowly made his way up to the master bedroom on the second floor. The door was open, and Su Yu was lying on the rug on the floor… His white shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing his entire upper body.
In one hand was a tightly-clenched black brocade box, and in the other hand was a glass of wine.
The red wine spilled all over the floor…
Wei Liao felt bad upon seeing his friend like that. "Yu, I…"
"You don't have to say anything. I get everything there is to get, but I'm still really sad," Su Yu said, his voice raspy.
As soon as he got back to the mansion, he had been drinking non-stop to subdue his heartache. He wanted to get drunk, but he felt more lucid than ever.
He knew he was a little selfish; although he claimed not to expect anything from Huo Mian, he still couldn't help but want her for himself…
