[Oh poor Lan Xichen's shirt was going to be full of tears and snot. He sobbed softly against him, the wound was a deep and old one. Nie Mingjue said the same thing, that all of his troubles stemmed from his lack of confidence when it came to the people around him.

Jin Guangyao rested on his chest, breathing in his scent. It was the same.]

It was so hard to value my worth when the world told me I was worth nothing. Then when I got to the top of the stairs, when I thought everything was finally fine, my dreams all crumbled through my fingers like sand.

Thank you Er-ge.