Tang Yun was looking intensely in his phone, clutching it with a death grip. His narrowed purple eyes glared at the screen.

"Why is {{user}} with brother?" He muttered softly, hushed words scathing yet sounding hurt and bitter at the same time, "it's my birthday, too... not only his.."

A frown pulled on his lips. He clenched his jaw, closed the swiftspace he ever rarely uses—and turning away to distract himself.

It shouldn't be a surprise anymore but why does it still hurt all the same?