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Chapter 76: The only place I can cry is in my brother's arms!

Ding Heng had no choice but to turn to Hua Qing first, speaking as gently as possible: "Senior, my brother is usually very straightforward, so please don't take it personally."

Long He felt even more aggrieved upon hearing this.

"Waaaah... You're being unfair!"

She put down her wine glass, her eyes wide: "She attacked me first! I've been practicing dance every day for the past few years until I'm practically paralyzed. I finally have some free time, and then I'm forced to go on variety shows. I get attacked by random people and haters every day, and now I'm being looked down upon to my face... Waaaaah..."

Hua Qing raised her head with red eyes, her expression slightly tipsy, but her cold stubbornness remained undiminished: "I didn't mean to attack you. You were the one who said first that we dancers are all perverts who like to torture ourselves."

"You go first!"

"You go first!"

"You went first!"

"You went first!"

The two of them went back and forth, arguing more and more heatedly.

A very popular celebrity.

A cool and aloof genius girl who won the Lotus Award at the age of twenty.

At this moment, they are like two elementary school students, drunk and blushing as they hurl insults at each other.

Ding Heng sat in the middle, listening to the back-and-forth conversation on both sides, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"Shut up, all of you!"

He finally couldn't hold back and let out a loud roar.

The two of them shut up at the same time and turned to look at him.

The room fell silent instantly, with only the bubbling sound of the hot pot audible.

Ding Heng first turned to Hua Qing, his expression serious and his tone icy: "Is this how you treat me as a girlfriend? Aren't you ashamed of me?"

Hua Qing realized that she had lost her temper while drunk. Ding Heng's shout made her tremble, and she lowered her head, not daring to argue back.

Ding Heng then turned to Long He: "How long has it been since we last saw each other? We finally managed to get together, and you have to act all drunk and unreasonable with me?"

"I……"

Long He opened his mouth.

She wanted to argue, but the words wouldn't come out.

From childhood to adulthood, Ding Heng has only been angry in front of her a handful of times.

Although she was two days older than Ding Heng, Ding Heng usually spoiled her and indulged her, calling her "Sister Long" to make her happy.

She got into trouble, and Ding Heng took the blame for her.

She threw a tantrum, and Ding Heng let her have her way.

She speaks bluntly and offends people, and only Ding Heng can tolerate her.

But whenever Ding Heng got really angry, she was terrified! Terrified to death!

Because she's prone to making hurtful remarks, Ding Heng has been her only friend since childhood.

So once Ding Heng stopped talking to her, no one would play with her anymore...

Even now that she's famous with millions of fans and is fawned over wherever she goes, that fear still lingers in her heart.

Ding Heng finally looked at Jin Canya.

As an outsider, and even a foreigner, Kim Chan-ah was completely bewildered.

She looked at her captain, then at the beautiful woman in Hanfu, and finally at Ding Heng, completely at a loss for words.

But her keen senses told her that her captain was jealous of the man in front of her...

Ding Heng asked, "Miss Jin, are there any rooms available?"

Kim Chan-ah quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, it's open, it's right next door."

Ding Heng helped the tipsy Hua Qing to her feet and handed her to Jin Canya, saying, "Could you please help me take her to the next room to rest? It would be best if you could stay with her and help her sober up and take a shower. Thank you."

"Okay, okay."

Jin Canya took Hua Qing from her and carefully helped her leave.

"Well……"

Hua Qing gave Ding Heng one last, aggrieved look before following Jin Canya out of the room.

The door closed, leaving only Ding Heng and Long He in the room.

The hot pot was still bubbling away, but no one touched their chopsticks.

Long He sat with his legs spread wide like a duck, his hands supporting his thighs, and remained silent.

She had been looking forward to seeing Ding Heng again.

I've been looking forward to this ever since my mother arranged for me to become a trainee.

I look forward to it when I'm tired from training, I look forward to it when I'm under a lot of pressure after debuting, and I look forward to it every time I'm trending on social media and getting criticized.

I long to confide my grievances to him, just like when I was a child, I didn't have to think about anything or pretend anything.

But—how did it turn out like this!?

It's all that Hua Qing's fault!

Long He bit her lower lip, her resentment towards Hua Qing intensifying.

The atmosphere in the room was so tense it was uncomfortable.

finally--

"Longhe".

Ding Heng spoke up.

Long He's heart tightened suddenly.

Ding Heng rarely called her by her name; he usually teased her by calling her "Sister Long."

You've changed.

Long He's mind went blank for a moment, and he sobered up considerably.

changed?

He said she's changed?

Does Ding Heng no longer see himself as the same Long He he used to be?

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, to refute, to say, "I haven't changed, I'm still me."

But my throat felt blocked, and I couldn't say anything.

Then--

Ding Heng sighed softly, his face no longer showing the seriousness from before, but only the tenderness that Long He knew so well, yet hadn't seen in a long time.

"You've lost so much weight..."

A single, seemingly insignificant sentence, like a feather falling upon Long He's heart.

Her eyes first stung, then burned.

Then one drop, then two drops.

She tried desperately to hold it in, but she couldn't.

She lowered her head and tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more it spread.

His shoulders began to tremble, and a broken sound escaped his throat.

Finally, she rushed over and buried her face in Ding Heng's arms, tightly hugging his waist and burying her face in his chest.

"Waaaaah—!"

She burst into tears, crying uncontrollably, just like she did when she was a child.

really!

All the people in the world care about is whether she's famous or not, and how much traffic she gets...

Only the fraternity would feel sorry for her getting thinner!

Long He's tears soaked the man's T-shirt. Ding Heng raised his hand and placed it on the back of her head, gently rubbing it.

He asked softly again, "Is being a celebrity tiring?"

Long He didn't answer, but hugged Ding Heng even tighter.

"It's all your fault!"

She nestled in his arms, her sobs breaking into broken chokes.

"We brothers are just meeting up... why did you have to bring a woman along...?"

Ding Heng didn't correct the fact that it was you who insisted that I take her along, nor did he explain the specific relationship between himself and Hua Qing.

He continued to gently massage the back of Longhe's head.

Long He's crying grew louder and louder, her tears and snot covering Ding Heng's body.

Just like when she was sad as a child.

Just like every time she gets into trouble and is scared.

……

Time passed little by little.

The hot pot had completely cooled down; the vegetables had become mushy in the pot, and a layer of white grease had solidified on the surface.

Ding Heng asked softly, "Have you cried enough?"

Longhe nestled longingly in his arms, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Don't leave!"

She was still crying, but her arrogance was rising.

"Let me cry a little longer."

Ding Heng didn't move, but gently patted Long He's back.

Longhe buried her face in his chest, tears still flowing, her sobs seemingly endless.

After all, this is the place where she can cry freely now.

Only her brother's arms remained...