Chapter 2270 How Normal It Is to Cry After a Breakup

Mu Yuan walked to a corner and suddenly stepped in. The darkness buried all the sadness. He let tears cover his face. He had never been a sensitive and delicate person. The father of the Mu family believed that heroes can be made with sticks since he was a child, and he was very strict in his discipline, otherwise he would not have sent him to the military camp early to sharpen his character while studying.

Dad Mu always said that when a man sheds tears, he does not shed them easily. His head can be cut off, blood can flow, but his tears cannot fall.

But in this long period of lovelornness, is this the first time that he has been so desperate that he wants to die?

He clearly knew that all of this was arranged by someone, so how could he be so unlucky that he just happened to have this honor, having a cold and cold landmark building in the city send him birthday wishes.

He couldn't even deceive himself.

Everything that seems perfect is a scam.

Just to make him happy.

He slowly bent his legs and squatted in a dark corner. This prosperous city would not bless anyone for their birthday, let alone cry for anyone's broken love.

His happiness and joy, his despair and loneliness, are all tasted by him alone in the end.

This is New York, and no one cares about a grown man crying in a dark corner, burying his heavy love.

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Several homeless people walked by and heard his suppressed cries. A well-dressed man crying in a dark corner was probably a man who had just gone bankrupt or had just been divorced and his future was bleak. Most of these tramps were once gay and happy, but they were suppressed by the depressed economy and became tramps.

They extended a helping hand to Mu Yuan - each gave him a few coins.

Mu Yuan saw a few coins falling at his feet, and his face burned as if he had been slapped. There are so many embarrassing people and embarrassing things in the world. There are so many criminals eyeing the border, so many elite special forces soldiers guarding the country one after another, so many people displaced and losing their loved ones, but they still grow like sunflowers. He is a good young man with hands, feet and a sound mind. Why did he die for a lost love? Becoming heroic and short of breath, losing... hope.

A tall figure slowly approached him. Mu Yuan had already wiped away his tears and picked up the coins on the ground. Those bitter and dull emotions became lighter. He had more important things to do. Yes, Meng Qi is still waiting for him.

This time, his mission was completed beautifully. Cai Zhou had sent the information back. Although Li Ze died, he deserved it.

"Xiao Yuan, it's so ugly when you cry." The tall and thin figure looked as if he would fall over if the wind blew.

Mu Yuan stood up slowly. He walked for a while. The wind blew the alcohol away quickly, and he had already woken up. He Chunwang was skinny and bones, and looked evil, but there was no one else around him. He lowered his head slightly. Cough, as if suffering from consumption.

"Young master, you have too much to worry about. It's normal for me to cry when I lose my love."

He Chunwang chuckled and said, "Don't you Chinese have a saying that a man should not shed tears easily?"

"Seven emotions and six desires, love, hate, separation and sorrow are all human nature. Can the few tears I shed prove that I am a female concubine? Now that the eldest young master has not recognized his relatives, I am afraid he does not know the seven emotions and six desires in the world." Mu Yuan counterattacked and paid attention. When looking at the surrounding environment, he chose a very remote and dark road, but within fifty meters there was a bustling street.