This was even more difficult for him to accept than Gao Ming's death.
His martial arts skills were learned from his grandfather, and he had always been extremely diligent from a young age, which is why he had such strength at such a young age. But why had he become like this after only one injury?
He didn't know when his cup had fallen onto the sickbed. His eyes were glued to his own hands, speechless. His brain had even become blank, unable to think.
Qin Xiang vaguely felt that something was wrong, carefully picking up the cup on the sickbed and gently placing it on the bedside table.
Qin Ying, on the other hand, called out anxiously, "Chen Kai, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me like this, okay?"
Chen Kai still didn't say a word, still staring at his hands in a daze.
Unable to help herself, Qin Ying gently shook Chen Kai's body.
"What's wrong with you? Can you say something? You're really scaring me."
He still didn't move, like a soulless person, not even blinking.
