Wang Hu inhaled lightly and quickly adjusted his emotions. Now wasn't the time for him to become lost in his past.
He didn't notice that Di Baijun, whose back was to him, had a stunned expression on her face.
She tried hard to secretly peek behind her out of the corner of her eye. Was that jerk crying?
At the same time, she also involuntarily thought of her parents.
How wonderful would it be if Father and Mother were still around?
Sorrow surged up in her, and her panic and bashful embarrassment lessened a little. A look of sorrow and longing surfaced on her countenance.
"He cried very helplessly and felt even lonelier. There was no longer anyone in this world that would love him.
"Every day, he could only eat, sleep, and eat again after he woke up. Rinse and repeat. Aimlessly, numbly, and apathetically; he lived only for the sake of living."
