Ryan slowly stepped into the living room, his reddened eyes scanning the surroundings. Everything looked the same as before, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Hoffman, you are back."

A gentle and respectful voice, ethereal and melodious, floated into his ears.

Ryan's face instantly lit up with a warm smile, and he reflexively responded, "I'm back."

However, he would never hear the next sentence again.

With a thud, Ryan could no longer hold himself up. His once proud and tall frame collapsed, his knees hitting the floor as he curled into a cocoon.

"Ryan!"

"Mr. Hoffman!"

Justin and Dean hurriedly rushed to support him, only to hear the faint sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Ryan buried his head deeply, large tears streaming from his tightly closed eyes, hitting the floor like falling rain.

and I handle the organizing. Don't push yourself," Justin said,

harshly and used his arms to push himself up from the floor, taking slow

about Yasmin, calling her his little follower with

cared most for him-his

clean and simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, showing no sign that it had

Dean, under

not move anything.

desk and the neatly made bed, feeling

the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously

up in his eyes as memories flooded

the past, whenever

my side," Ryan said, pulling bright red evening gown with a tearful smile. "I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their eyes off her, and every time I took her out, I would come back inexplicably furious. It was not romantic jealousy,

that kind of

said, "Heh... But what does it matter? Someone like me does not deserve a sister

Dean silently cried several

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