C280 I Don't Have a Home My Ancestors Were Poor

Clutching the bracelet in his hands, You En was engulfed in embarrassment as the figure before him walked away. Flames of anger flickered in his eyes, his face flushed with indignation. Rejection was something he'd faced many times before, but always behind closed doors. Today's public humiliation was a bitter pill to swallow, and he struggled to come to terms with it.

His head whipped around