{Guangyao nudges Xue Yang and crawls fully onto the bed with him, offering the other man his chest to cry on. How many times have they been like this? For one reason or another?

Too many.}

You need to forget him. {His voice is harder, but he knows full well he should be talking to himself too.} We'll forget them, Chengmei. Xiao Xingchen, Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue. If they think we are horrible and failures, we need to find those who don't.