Chapter 69: No Dream at All

Chapter 69: No Dream at All

Ye Leyao was uncertain about Zhang Qiran's reaction upon waking up the next day, but he knew that Zhang Qiran's fans had already been thrown into turmoil before their idol could even respond.

When Zhang Qiran shouted at Song Zhehan, "What do you have that's worth my liking?" the keen-eyed netizens and fans sensed something amiss.

However, at that point, they had too little information to piece together the full picture.

Thus, the cautious onlookers decided to hold their horses and wait for more details.

The only ones who couldn't contain their emotions were Zhang Qiran's fans. After a brief moment of confusion, they were on the brink of despair:

"Brother, do you know what you're saying?"

"Can someone please gag him? I can't bear to hear him say any more…"

"Damn it, seeing everyone's reactions, could it be that what my brother said is true?"

"How can this be fake? Don't you know that truth comes out when one is drunk?"

"It's over, we can't let Zhang Qiran continue. If he does, I fear I'll never be able to hold my head high in front of other fandoms…"

As the saying goes, fear invites fate.

Soon enough, Zhang Qiran's fans heard a series of statements that left them reeling—

The fans could accept the matters of buying medicine and blocking endorsements; after all, they didn't buy the medicine, and Zhang Qiran hadn't actually taken the endorsement. There was no real loss for either party.

But what they couldn't stomach was that Zhang Qiran had wasted his time and effort to prevent Song Zhehan's hard work from going to waste. He had selflessly squandered his own time!

Knowing that his drama wouldn't air, why didn't he just turn down the role then?

Was Zhang Qiran worried that even if he declined, Song Zhehan would still take the part?

If this wasn't love-struck behavior, what was?

And then there was Lu Cheng.

Eight months!

It had been eight whole months since the show's recording!

Yet, he still remembered that Lu Cheng had hugged Song Zhehan! Did he even recall where Lu Cheng's hands were placed?!

After all this, how could Zhang Qiran stubbornly insist that he no longer liked Song Zhehan?

If he didn't like Song Zhehan, why was he crying, shouting, and drinking?

If he didn't like Song Zhehan, then the fans would take that love for themselves!

This wasn't just deep love; what else could it be?

Of course, the most outrageous actions came from the internet's shameless crowd.

Not only did they edit the video clip, but they also paired different music with each of Zhang Qiran's statements.

Zhang Qiran cried out, "Song Zhehan is a big liar!"

Background music: Remember to forget me~ Remember to forget me~~ You said you'd cry, not because you care~~

Zhang Qiran sobbed, "I really hate Song Zhehan!"

Background music: You said you loved the wrong person, your heart is full of scars~~

Zhang Qiran whined pitifully, "I won't like Song Zhehan anymore!"

Background music: If this isn't love~~

Upon being uploaded, the video was shared wildly by countless netizens. Some even tagged Zhang Qiran and Song Zhehan directly in the comments.

"Husband, say something, husband. Are you satisfied with this video?"

"Professor Gushi, look at this. Zhang Qiran really likes you!"

"Professor Gushi, why are you so quiet tonight? Is it because you don't want to speak?"

Some quick-witted netizens compiled all of Zhang Qiran's cries into a reading comprehension exercise.

The netizens enthusiastically answered questions in the comment section.

"The hidden meaning of 'I will never like you again' is that I still like you, and not only do I like you, but I like you very much!"

"Analyzing the context of Zhang Qiran's anguished tone, 'hate' equals 'like.' His statement about hating Song Zhehan translates to 'like.'"

"So, summarizing all these words, it boils down to one sentence: Song Zhehan, I still like you!"

Zhang Qiran's fans were livid and lashed out:

"Darn it, I'm calling the police to arrest all of you!"

"Stop editing, stop editing. Zhang Qiran has been crying on my Weibo page all night. If I see him cry any more, I'll start crying too, waaah—"

"We fans are suffering enough, turned into clowns in Gotham City. Can't you just leave us alone!"

The shameless netizens couldn't help but burst out laughing at this.

But amidst their laughter, some netizens reflected,

"So, with all this love, why can't you be braver, Zhang Qiran!"

"He's brave indeed! Didn't he just confess his feelings to Song Zhehan in front of the whole nation?"

"Well, no kidding, I can actually understand Zhang Qiran too. After all, the person he likes isn't an ordinary one, but Teacher Goushi, who's unmatched in taking down the entire entertainment industry. It does take some courage to confess privately."

"Stop it! I feel even more heartache for Zhang Qiran now!"

"+1, seeing him cry tugs at my heartstrings too; my tears aren't worth much... sniffle, sniffle..."

"But then again, Zhang Qiran's confession really left our Teacher Goushi speechless!"

Who could argue with that!

Song Zhehan's fans finally chimed in with passion:

"Take another close look at the editing. Ever since our Teacher Goushi decided to be true to himself, when has he ever explained himself to anyone?"

"That's right! Not only did he explain to Zhang Qiran why he didn't recognize him, but he also handed him tissues! Though he still scolded Zhang Qiran, he was quite gentle, wasn't he?"

"Yes, yes, yes, and the long-time fans of Teacher Goushi know that he has a cleanliness obsession. But look, Zhang Qiran hung off half of his body while drunk, and he didn't push him away! What does this indicate—"

A quick reply from a netizen:

"It indicates that I'm completely obsessed!"

Other netizens rushed to comment as well:

"You're not wrong, it's actually quite addictive."

"Deadly rivals turned lovers, heh heh..."

"Kinda sweet, huh?"

Despite some netizens already shipping the couple, most were still clear-headed.

"Though I must say, I think Song Zhehan only sees Zhang Qiran as a former friend."

"Yes, I haven't seen any affection in Teacher Goushi's eyes yet."

"But what we can confirm is that our Teacher Goushi has truly let bygones be bygones. He should be able to become friends with Zhang Qiran again, right?"

This comment sparked the most discussion.

Some netizens believed that while Song Zhehan could forgive and befriend Zhang Qiran, Zhang Qiran might not be willing.

After all, he had liked Song Zhehan for so long, how could he return to being just friends without any lingering feelings?

Others thought that being friends was good enough, better than their previous antagonism, right?

Even if they couldn't be together, Zhang Qiran had expressed his love to Song Zhehan, leaving no regrets.

The two groups analyzed back and forth, but ultimately reached no conclusion. However, after analyzing, everyone felt even more heartache for Zhang Qiran.

After all, unrequited love was truly bitter.

And Zhang Qiran's genuine feelings for Song Zhehan shouldn't become fodder for public gossip.

Of course, the intention behind everyone's teasing and gossip wasn't to mock Zhang Qiran. Some netizens even saw their own reflection in Zhang Qiran.

But—

No matter how much heartache they felt, they wouldn't stop watching for the sake of entertainment!

They were genuinely looking forward to seeing how Zhang Qiran would react tomorrow morning!

Thus, tonight's scandalous trending topic was born.

The lights in the villa were out, but the melon-eating netizens remained glued to the live stream.

The other guests had gone to sleep, but the lights in the living room of Song Zhehan's suite remained on.

Ye Leyao, having indulged in the drama until this hour, couldn't resist his curiosity and clicked into the live stream.

Upon entering, he saw the chat messages saying:

"How many minutes ago did Song Zhehan go in?"

"Three minutes ago!"

"And he hasn't come out yet?"

"Oh, the door opened! He's coming out!"

In the camera feed, Song Zhehan emerged from Zhang Qiran's room and gently closed the door behind him.

He seemed somewhat weary, reaching up to massage his temples before his gaze shifted slightly upward, landing on the camera in the living room.

Ye Leyao blinked:

"Hmm? Is Song Zhehan thinking of turning off the camera?"

As soon as he said that, he saw Song Zhehan quickly approach the camera. Then, like a bolt from the blue, a piece of clothing descended, completely covering the camera.

Chat messages flooded in:

"!!! Teacher Goushi! Don't be so stingy!"

"Aaaaaaaaah, I want to see, I need to see, show me now!!!"

"I'm going to make a fuss, seriously, there's nothing wrong with showing this!"

Indeed!

What's there to hide?

Ye Leyao echoed the barrage's questioning tone.

With the camera in the live stream covered like that, it instantly lost the majority of its viewers.

Sighing helplessly, Ye Leyao was also ready to log out of the live stream and go to sleep.

Just then, he heard the sound of a car downstairs.

Unable to resist, Ye Leyao got up to take a look outside, spotting Zhang Qiran's hurriedly arrived agent and assistant downstairs.

"At last they've arrived; now Teacher Gou can rest."

Ye Leyao yawned long and hard, slowly making his way back to his room to lie down once more.

Due to the events of the night, the production team had specially given the guests a half-day off in the morning, meaning Ye Leyao could sleep in until he naturally woke up tomorrow!

A smile graced Ye Leyao's lips as he put on earplugs and an eye mask before closing his eyes.

He had a good night's sleep.

When Ye Leyao opened his eyes again, it was already ten in the morning. It wasn't early anymore, so he didn't dawdle, getting up straight away to change and head downstairs.

Upon arriving at the dining area, Ye Leyao scanned around and noticed everyone was present except for Zhang Qiran.

Huo Yan waved at Ye Leyao, pointing to the porridge and breakfast items on the table. "Heat them up yourself and you can eat."

Ye Leyao nodded, taking the porridge to the kitchen himself.

Coincidentally, Qin Yao was there, offering a hand. "I'll heat it for you. Would you like oat milk?"

Ye Leyao thought about it and nodded.

Qin Yao placed Ye Leyao's porridge in the microwave and picked up a nearby cup, pouring Ye Leyao a glass of oat milk.

The milk was still warm, with a layer of crushed oats floating on top. Ye Leyao took a small sip, finding the texture rich and able to taste the flavor of nuts.

Ye Leyao liked it very much, drinking over half of it in one go.

Qin Yao glanced back. "Do you like it?"

Ye Leyao nodded. "Yes, it's delicious. When I was little, I think I drank milk of this flavor too, but when I grew up, I couldn't find milk of the same flavor anymore."

A gentle smile flickered across Qin Yao's eyes. "I made this myself, and there's plenty more."

Ye Leyao's eyes lit up. "Then I'll have another cup later!"

With a "ding," Ye Leyao's porridge was ready.

Qin Yao took Ye Leyao's cup, refilling his milk to the brim.

Ye Leyao carried the porridge to the table himself.

After having a few sips of porridge, Li Siyuan suddenly leaned close to Ye Leyao. "Did you run into Zhang Qiran when you came downstairs?"

Ye Leyao paused mid-sip. "Huh? Did Zhang Qiran run off again?"

His voice was truly a bit loud, causing everyone's gazes to converge on him momentarily.

Song Zhehan glanced at Ye Leyao briefly before quickly looking away.

Ye Leyao hurriedly looked at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao poured himself a cup of milk, sitting down next to Ye Leyao. "His agent's response this morning was that he would participate in the filming as usual."

"So he's just not awake yet?" Ye Leyao looked at Song Zhehan again.

That gaze was impossible to ignore.

Song Zhehan was reading messages, but upon sensing Ye Leyao's gaze, his brows furrowed immediately. Without lifting his head, he said, "Ye Leyao, didn't I tell you? To look at me less."

Ye Leyao wasn't afraid of Song Zhehan's threats, blinking. "I'm just curious, after all, you share a room with Zhang Qiran. Has he gotten up?"

Song Zhehan didn't change his actions. "If you're so curious, why don't you just go check for yourself?"

Ye Leyao found Song Zhehan's suggestion very reasonable, finishing the remaining porridge in one gulp and grabbing Li Siyuan's hand. "Come on, let's go together."

Li Siyuan stood rooted to the spot. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Ye Leyao looked at Huo Yan. "Second Brother, are you coming?"

Of course, Huo Yan was going.

Without hesitation, he stood up, giving himself a suitable reason. "After all, it's almost noon, and we'll be leaving soon. We should indeed go wake Zhang Qiran up."

With Huo Yan joining, Li Siyuan didn't decline any further.

Not until the elevator doors closed did Zhou Zijian look at Song Zhehan opposite him. "After a hangover, waking up should cause a headache. Should we ask the production team for some medicine?"

Song Zhehan's fingers paused while replying to messages. Suddenly, he raised his head to look directly at Zhou Zijian, raising a smile. "Brother Zhou, what are you trying to probe?"

Zhou Zijian: "..."

Wen Xiangyue gave Zhou Zijian a scolding glance.

I told you not to speak unnecessarily, but you just had to open your mouth.

Zhou Zijian hurriedly explained, "Xiao Song, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that we still have half a day of recording today, so I was thinking..."

"I think I brought some hangover pills. I'll go give some to Zhang Qiran," Qian Yue suddenly spoke up, interrupting Zhou Zijian.

Zhou Zijian let out a sigh of relief.

Song Zhehan glanced at Qian Yue before lowering his head again.

As Qian Yue shrugged and was about to press the elevator button, Song Zhehan finally spoke, "No need. His agent prepared some for him last night. They're on his bedside table. He's not blind; he would have seen them."

Qian Yue paused in her steps.

Zhou Zijian's eyes lit up, and he quickly gave signals to the others.

Wen Xiangyue smacked his hand in annoyance.

Don't make your expression so obvious when you're enjoying the gossip!

Wen Xiangyue looked back at Song Zhehan, who maintained his previous posture as if completely oblivious to the other guests' prying gazes.

The group upstairs was unaware of what happened downstairs. After entering the suite on the third floor's north side, Li Siyuan gestured for Ye Leyao to knock on the door.

After all, it was Ye Leyao who had volunteered to come and wake up Zhang Qiran. Naturally, knocking on the door should be done by Ye Leyao.

Ye Leyao had no choice but to harden his resolve and knocked on the door.

After a long while, there was no sound from inside.

Ye Leyao looked back at the two with confusion. "Could it be that he's still asleep?"

Huoyan thought for a moment. "Should we open the door and check?"

Although Zhang Qiran got drunk last night, they were still recording the show, so there shouldn't be any awkward situations.

Just as Ye Leyao was about to open the door, it was opened from the inside.

"Who is it?" Zhang Qiran's hoarse voice sounded, then he revealed a disheveled head, with red, swollen eyes particularly noticeable on his pale face.

Seeing Zhang Qiran, Ye Leyao couldn't help but recall the scene from last night. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upwards. He struggled to suppress his smile, took a slight breath, and said, "You... just woke up?"

Zhang Qiran nodded, then opened the door wider. "Did I oversleep?"

"Yes, you're the only one who hasn't woken up yet," Li Siyuan observed for a moment before speaking.

Zhang Qiran made an 'oh' sound, taking a couple of steps back. "Then please wait for me for a moment. I'll go change my clothes."

Ye Leyao and the others didn't enter, instead sitting down on the sofa in the living room.

"Judging by Zhang Qiran's reaction, could it be that he forgot everything from last night?"

Unable to resist, Ye Leyao turned to look at Huoyan. "Second Brother, didn't you also get drunk by someone before? When you woke up, did you also..."

Huoyan immediately covered Ye Leyao's mouth, gritting his teeth. "Ye Leyao!"

Li Siyuan was right there!

Can't you pay attention to where you're talking?

At this moment, Li Siyuan quickly caught on and exclaimed in realization, "The one who got you drunk was Su Rui?"

Huoyan: "..."

Ye Leyao struggled to free his mouth and hurriedly apologized, "Second Brother, I didn't mean to!"

Huoyan closed his eyes, feigning death.

Li Siyuan couldn't help but laugh, not forgetting to ask, "So, does getting drunk really cause amnesia? Otherwise, how could Su Rui have gotten away with it?"

Huoyan took a deep breath. "How could there really be amnesia? Getting drunk is one thing; being drunk merely means being temporarily incapacitated by alcohol, unable to control one's body. But thoughts aren't something that can be altered. Remembering is just a matter of time!"

"Furthermore, I wasn't deceived by Su Rui. I just..."

Li Siyuan said to Ye Leyao, "Your brother is getting a bit flustered."

Ye Leyao pursed his lips and nodded, the arc of his nodding small and cautious.

Huoyan: "..."

He was really going to be driven to his grave by Ye Leyao!

The jacket covering the camera in the third-floor living room had been removed. Now, not only could the audience see the three bickering through the camera, but even the guests downstairs couldn't resist secretly taking out their phones and tuning into the live stream.

Song Zhehan put away his phone, coincidentally hearing Li Siyuan's voice coming from Xia Yang's phone.

Xia Yang: "..."

Forgot to wear headphones.

Song Zhehan merely glanced at Xia Yang before quickly withdrawing his gaze, sweeping his eyes around the room and noticing that almost all the guests were watching on their phones.

There was no need to guess what they were watching.

Thus, Song Zhehan slowly stood up, smiling. "I'm going upstairs to change clothes. Do you want to come along to watch the commotion?"

Everyone: "..."

This couldn't exactly be called watching a commotion...

Liu Yan was the first to speak. "I won't go."

Watching the live stream downstairs was pretty good too.

Qian Yue feigned ignorance: "What spectacle would we see by going upstairs while you change your clothes?"

Xia Yang wished he could bury his head in the sofa; he regretted not thinking of wearing headphones earlier!

Song Zhehan looked at Zhou Zijian again.

Zhou Zijian didn't even dare to meet his gaze.

Song Zhehan chuckled softly and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him.

Turning around, he found Qin Yao following with a thermos flask.

Song Zhehan's eyebrows raised slightly. "It seems that President Qin is the one with leisurely elegance."

The corner of Qin Yao's mouth curved up. "Not really, I just remembered it's best to drink warm water when taking medicine, so I decided to join you upstairs."

Song Zhehan's gaze fell on the water flask in his hand. After a brief two-second pause, he shifted his eyes away, but for some reason, his previously relaxed brows furrowed slightly again.

Qin Yao retracted his gaze and pressed the button for the third floor.

Seeing Qin Yao and Song Zhehan go upstairs, Ye Leyao's eyes widened instantly.

"Why is Song Zhehan coming up?"

"Could it be that he's concerned about Zhang Qiran but too embarrassed to say it?"

Before Ye Leyao could speak, she saw Song Zhehan directly bypass them and head towards his own room. A second later, the door closed.

Ye Leyao looked at He Yan and Li Siyuan, then back at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao placed the insulated water pot on the coffee table in the living room and explained, "He came up to change his clothes."

Li Siyuan pursed his lips. "Didn't he just change this morning? Why is he running up to change again now? In my opinion, that's just an excuse!"

Ye Leyao didn't think so, knowing that Song Zhehan did have a bit of a cleanliness obsession.

The group sat down on the sofa again. At that moment, Zhang Qiran emerged after changing his clothes and tidying up his messy hair, looking somewhat dazed.

Seeing the four people on the sofa, Zhang Qiran's expression changed slightly. "We're already ready to leave, and everyone's waiting for me? Sorry, sorry, I don't know why I couldn't wake up today..."

Ye Leyao, seeing his misunderstanding, explained, "No rush, we still have an hour before departure."

Zhang Qiran paused, somewhat puzzled. "But when I checked the time just now, it was already half past eleven. Why are we leaving so late today?"

Ye Leyao exchanged a glance with He Yan beside her.

"It looks like he really doesn't remember anything?"

"Should we remind him?"

"But if we remind him directly, won't Zhang Qiran be so embarrassed he'd want to find a hole to crawl into?"

As Ye Leyao was struggling with this, Li Siyuan spoke up: "You can't remember?"

A hint of confusion flashed through Zhang Qiran's swollen eyes. "I... I have a headache."

No, or rather, it wasn't just a little headache—it was a very severe one.

The moment Zhang Qiran opened his eyes, he noticed something abnormal about the pain.

But he didn't think too much about it and got up to open the door.

He was still dazed during his wash-up and clothing change.

After hesitating for a second, Zhang Qiran finally spoke up, "Did I... get sick? Or maybe..."

The door opposite suddenly opened from inside. Song Zhehan had already changed his clothes and stood at the doorway. Hearing Zhang Qiran's words, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he directly asked, "Do you not remember what you did last night?"

Zhang Qiran stared blankly at Song Zhehan, beginning to recall the events of the previous night.

"I remember that we returned quite late last night, so the production team prepared hotpot and barbecue for us. We ate halfway through before starting to drink alcohol, yes... drinking alcohol—"

The events that followed quickly flashed through Zhang Qiran's mind. His eyes widened abruptly, filled with shock. But only seconds later, his face was filled with horror. Not only were his ears red, but his neck and face were flushed as well.

Looking at his appearance, everyone struggled to suppress their smiles.

"It seems he remembers..."

"At this moment, we must remain quiet; we absolutely cannot agitate Zhang Qiran."

Unfortunately, Song Zhehan couldn't hear Ye Leyao's inner thoughts. He directly asked, "Do you remember?"

Zhang Qiran stood there in a daze, struggling to speak for a long time. "I... I think I had a nightmare."

A nightmare that would make him unable to hold his head high for the rest of his life!

Ye Leyao found it hard to suppress her laughter.

Li Siyuan covered his face, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.

Seeing the reactions of the others, how could Zhang Qiran not understand?

His breathing became rapid, his face flushed, and even his hands trembled slightly.

What was happening?

Could it be that everything he did—crying and making a scene in front of everyone, saying that Song Zhehan was a liar—wasn't a dream?

He really...

No way.

So seeing his agent and assistant last night wasn't a dream either?

Oh, and holding onto Song Zhehan's arm tightly in the room, insisting that he take responsibility for him.

Zhang Qiran's vision went black; his breathing became difficult, and he took a large step back.

He needed to find a place to bury himself!

Suddenly, Song Zhehan quickly stepped forward. Before anyone could react, he grabbed Zhang Qiran's arm, preventing him from retreating further. He then slightly lowered his head to meet Zhang Qiran's gaze, his eyes smiling as he shattered the last shred of Zhang Qiran's relief: "Xiangyang, you weren't dreaming."

Hearing his familiar name coming from Song Zhehan's mouth at this moment, Zhang Qiran wished he could just drop dead on the spot.

In the next second, he violently pulled his arm away, his face redder than his eyes, and shouted in anger and embarrassment: "You—get out!"

But Song Zhehan moved faster than him, directly blocking the door with his hand.

Zhang Qiran's action of closing the door paused, and he was so scared that sweat broke out on his nose.

Song Zhehan smiled. "Why are you angry first thing in the morning? I didn't get mad when you vomited all over me."

The four people behind them had their eyes wide like copper bells.

"He vomited on Song Zhehan?"

"Really?" asked Huo Yan.

Li Siyuan: "I didn't know that!"

Qin Yao whispered: "It probably didn't happen."

The living room camera was covered by Song Zhehan late last night, and the director said he didn't see Song Zhehan change clothes.

Ye Leyao realized something.

"Since he didn't vomit all over him, then Song Zhehan must want to—"

Then, they watched as Song Zhehan took out his phone and opened a QR code.

Zhang Qiran's eyes had lost their light, and he stood there like a soulless shell.

"Scan it," Song Zhehan said impatiently.

Zhang Qiran came back to his senses with a look of horror. His gaze landed on Song Zhehan's face before quickly moving away. Nervously, he took another small step back. "Scan what?"

"Scan the code, transfer money," said Song Zhehan.

"Huh?"

"What 'huh'?" Song Zhehan raised an eyebrow. "Don't you owe me a shirt?"

Zhang Qiran said "oh" and slowly took out his phone. After hearing a beep, Zhang Qiran trembled but asked in confusion, "Why isn't it a payment code?"

"The amount is large, add me on WeChat and transfer directly," said Song Zhehan.

Zhang Qiran added him: "Added. How much?"

Song Zhehan said, "Fifty-two thousand."

Zhang Qiran looked up slightly shocked. "That expensive?"

Song Zhehan looked into his eyes and nodded seriously. "Mm."

Zhang Qiran dared not meet Song Zhehan's gaze. He lowered his head, input 52000, and confirmed the payment with facial recognition.

Satisfied, Song Zhehan glanced at the transfer on his phone screen, then finally took a step back. His gaze swept over the four people on the sofa who were watching intently, as if remembering something, he turned around. "There's a hangover pill on your bedside table. Remember to come down after taking it; we're about to leave."

After saying that, Song Zhehan walked towards the four people, smiling kindly. "Are you leaving?"

Ye Leyao stood up first, smiling contentedly. "Yes!"

"Zhang Qiran just found out the truth, we need to give him some time to process it."

"But—"

Ye Leyao looked at Song Zhehan in front of her and turned to Qin Yao beside her. "Fifty-two thousand."

"What kind of shirt has that price tag!"

Qin Yao laughed.

Li Siyuan: "Tsk tsk tsk, truly a cunning old fox."

The five people walked out of the suite. Before they could head towards the elevator, they heard a heart-wrenching and utterly devastated scream coming from the room they had just left—

"Aaaaaah, oh God aaaaah!! What face do I have left to continue living in this world aaaaaaah—"