With that, Jun hang turned his wheelchair and left first.
Even if Youyou was only a few dozen meters away from him, in her brother's arms, even if he wanted to go to her side to see her, protect her, and protect her, he would still cry.
However, he was even more clear that it was time for him to see everything clearly.
He wasn't worthy of Youyou, and he was not worthy. It was a fact that couldn't be said.
He loved her, so he wanted her to be happy and happy. However, if he couldn't give her safety and guarantee her safety, what right did he have to waste time to give her happiness and happiness?
Jun hang slowly turned around and left.
His back was clearly straight, but at some point, it seemed to have become a little hunched. Gradually, he lowered his head slightly. His back view was thin and lonely, and there was an indescribable aura permeating the air.
Pain, depression.
