This is a very unreasonable request.
Shen Yue had no way to agree, but similarly, facing Sang Fan like this, she had no way to refuse him directly.
Shen Yue vaguely sensed that Sang Fan looked very wrong at this moment, both physically and mentally.
What on earth happened?
Why did he become like this?
Her clothes were still being pulled, and Shen Yue couldn't leave, so she asked gently, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Perhaps Shen Yue's voice was too gentle, and Sang Fan's hardened shell became unbearable. A faint sob came from his throat, and he immediately bit his lip tightly, as if he had suffered great grievance but dared not speak, his handsome face flushing red. He stared at the girl with such red eyes.
Shen Yue was startled by his appearance and instinctively reached out to hold Sang Fan's hand, that broad, rough, and distinctively jointed palm.
"What's wrong?"
She couldn't help but start to worry, thinking something major had happened.
At this point, Sang Fan couldn't bear it any longer. His throat choked, and his lips involuntarily twitched several times. Finally, he couldn't help but tremble, "I, I was just selected for the national team, and then my leg got injured."
Shen Yue was stunned. This matter was neither big nor small, but it was indeed a missed great opportunity.
Looking at Sang Fan's injury, it would not heal without a month of rest.
Sang Fan gripped Shen Yue firmly with his hand. His chest heaved violently, his face already flushed red, his pale lips trembling uncontrollably, and the words of anger rolling in his throat gradually turned into muffled sobs.
He was so tall, and he seemed so invincible.
In front of the girl, with just a few words, just because of that slightly gentle tone, he had already fallen into disarray.
"I worked hard for a long time, I thought I could do it well, I thought I could seize this opportunity, but, but every time I was just a little bit short, I, I suddenly feel like I'm a piece of trash, I can't do anything right, I can't achieve anything."
Sang Fan had been learning to swim for sixteen years. He was still very young, but he had already gained fame, awards, admiration, and praise that were not commensurate with his age. Everyone thought he was a rising star, but who knew that before he could rise, he had fallen.
He was so sad.
It wasn't just for his dream; he knew clearly that there was another part of the reason, that sour and bitter emotion, like an inflating balloon, was about to explode at any moment, his heart felt like it was being gripped by something, aching faintly.
Shen Yue was at a loss. She had never seen such a scene and was stunned for a moment.
The sound of his emotional breakdown was clearly transmitted to Shen Yue's ears.
Shen Yue paused, then reached out, just as Sang Fan used to do when he had nightmares, and gently patted his back, feeling him tremble faintly, her movements gentle.
"It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."
"Focus on healing your injury first; your health is the priority."
"Sang Fan, you have to be strong."
Shen Yue looked up at him, her dark, moist eyes clear as water, flowing with soft, fragmented light.
He cried with snot and tears, which sounded particularly sad in the empty room. He choked back sobs as he recounted intermittently, "But, but you don't want me either. I miss you so much, I like you, but, but I don't dare to find you, I'm afraid you won't talk to me."
As he spoke, he reached out and hugged the slender girl. His arms were as strong as a cage, and his scorching warmth was like a branding iron.
He buried his head in her neck, his rough, short hair tickling her face.
The steaming hot breath sprayed out, sticky and warm.
Sang Fan's entire body convulsed, his back neckbone rising and falling.