"You're mocking me! I know you are. You're just fucking laughing at me, you think I'm pathetic!" Meng Yao yelled back, lowering his head as he felt a sob come out of his mouth because he couldn't help himself. "I know you do, everyone does. Everyone is always laughing at me. It's pathetic. That I want. That I need."

He hated it. He hated himself. He wanted it but he couldn't handle it. He sobbed as he wished desperately he could stop himself, that he wasn't crying.

"Go on, go fuck someone. Go fuck anyone. I know you can, of course you can. You look like that and everyone throws themselves at you." So what did he matter? He was doomed no matter what. He was just a toy.