After Shi Yuhuai finished his story, the previous comedic atmosphere vanished without a trace.
Mu Qiu was so upset she couldn't stop wiping her tears. She's the kind of person who reads novels till midnight and gets up to cry, so she can't stand real life stories like this.
There happened to be only one or two tissues left, and the rest were cosmetic cotton pads or wet wipes. A quarter of the cotton pads on the table disappeared in no time, which was both amusing and absurd.
The protagonist of the story wasn't too sad and even had time to ask questions.
"Is it time for the next question?"
Whose question is the next one? Who should bring up a very good entry point?
No one spoke. The director lowered his voice and asked another rather distressing question.
"Then let's ask Guan Yu. Guan Yu, online rumors say you once suffered from depression. Is this true?"
