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.

push yourself," Justin said, holding his trembling shoulders, his own

to push himself up from the floor, taking slow

about Yasmin, calling her

loyal subordinate. She was the person who cared most for him-his dearest friend, someone he trusted with his

a desk, showing no sign that it had belonged to a

Dean, under

helping, dared not move anything. They stood at the

gently trace the surface of the desk and the

at the exquisite evening gowns, each meticulously stored in

in his eyes as memories

the past, whenever I

"I still remember stunning she looked in these dresses. Those lecherous men could not take their

was that kind

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

ached, while Dean silently cried several rounds

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