The light in Ye Jiu's room was warm, but it could not warm him up. He could sense a chilly rush coursing through every vein in his body after he sent the message.
This was one of the rare moments when Ye Jiu felt changes in his emotions.
While lying on the bed, he allowed a feeling of resignation and sadness to overwhelm him.
He remembered the thing that the staff in the research institute had told him several years ago. They'd said that he was different from Fu Zhi.
Fu Zhi had a healthy body, but he did not.
Defects in the DNA sequence were fatal research accidents. As a kid who was equally curious to know how the world worked, it was very hard for him not to feel jealous of Fu Zhi for becoming her stepping stone.
His phone rang and then went silent.
Ye Jiu turned around on the bed, but before he could take a look at his phone, Fu Zhi pushed the door open and came in.
