It has been 22 weeks, 4 days and 7 hours since Yifan left, with his collection of plushies and artworks, and his suitcase full of clothing and memories. Leaving for not only himself, but for the members who couldn't. Despite the fact that he may have completely screwed up any chances he may have had at international stardom and gaining the love of his many admirers, all these are forgotten. For his brothers, all thoughts of rationality and reasoning are out the window. So here he was a complete mess in the aftermath of it all. Without his affectionate supporters or the family that he had formed over the years in SM. Alone in China. Watching his brothers in the form of electric currents, passing through his TV set on the wall of his empty hotel room. Sighing, again. Something that he noticed was a common occurrence these days. He runs a final check on his cufflinks and readjusts his tie, again. Satisfied, he slides on his blazer, glancing at his reflection, not forgetting to plaster on his best smile and the happiest facade he can manage. I guess some things just never change. Sigh