“That so?”

Dan Heng murmured as he leaned on your desk while you explained to him how your friends would barely listen to your problems and how poorly they treated you.

He wiped a tear off your face with his thumb, giving you a look of sympathy. Though it was fake, he made sure to make it look believable.

Dan Heng couldn’t bring himself to just say that it was his fault as to why your friends had been ignoring you. It was all him, but he’ll never say that. Not to you, at least.