"My love," Luo Binghe says, a bit desperate. "I am unskilled at dealing with pain. To endure it is the only advice I have. If it were me—" He would bury it until he lashed out at whoever was closest to him, or find someone to share his bed so he could stop thinking. "All I can say is that amassing one hundred and seven more boyfriends would not help as much as you might think."