When Tong Yu finally saw Huo Xiang react, he was unperturbed. He seemed accustomed to the way Huo Xiang spoke, with rage in his voice. Tong Yu handed him the glass of water.
Then he said heavy heartedly, "Huo Xiang, how long are you going to continue living like this?"
Huo Xiang stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, his downcast eyes swiftly changed their expression and became as still as dead water.
A long while later, he said bitterly, "I can't perform anymore, and it's as good as getting a death sentence. I'm useless now. Don't you get it?"
Tong Yu parted his lips. He was speechless as he could only sympathize with Huo Xiang.
He had almost single-handedly groomed Huo Xiang. Huo Xiang was exceptionally talented whether it was music production, song, or dance. It was as though Huo Xiang was born for the stage.
It must have come as a deadly shock for someone as proud as Huo Xiang to hurt his spine during an accident.
