C86 Tolerance with addition

Haotian sat on the sofa with one hand on his lap and the other on the crystal ball. He stared intently at the words on it, inch by inch.

"Ming Ye..." He had read the name countless times in his heart. This time, he had seen it before, but he actually felt empty.

After saying goodbye, saying never to see again, these words were like pulling out the building he had built in his heart