Ye Xuan couldn't understand what he had gone through to abandon his identity and even say that Xiao Mingyan was dead.
Ye Xuan declared, "The Xiao Mingyan I knew back then wasn't such a person. He stood up for his friends and helped them. Although we've only known each other for a short time, I don't think he's someone who would give up easily."
Xiao Mingyan was unmoved. He appeared calm, but the blue veins on his hands were popping and there was a pained look in his eyes.
All sorts of images appeared in his mind. He used to be so high-spirited, but all the praises and experiences he had were fleeting. They were all shattered by Xiao Wuyou.
In his daze, he felt that the first half of his life was a joke. His spine was still in pain, but no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain and bitterness in his heart.
It was as if he was living in hell. He could only rely on alcohol to numb himself so that he could barely feel human.
