Because crying is probably one of the few ways to express one's needs.
But this little "Tang Xian" was just sobbing softly.
No one would come to help him.
The best outcome he could hope for was just this.
Crying louder seemed to only increase his troubles.
Maybe it would even attract more people to bully him?
Tang Xian quietly pondered, was this himself before the age of three?
Was this the part of his memory that he had lost?
There was no answer.
After resting for a while, the small "Tang Xian" left the hospital bed.
Although the healing technology here could almost be said to be rapid healing when it came to flesh wounds, his head was still bandaged like a mummy.
He walked down the empty corridor, occasionally hearing faint laughter in the distance, laughter filled with mockery.
But the child still followed the sound.
It was a small activity room.
But it also seemed to be the place where these children studied.
Because there was a huge electronic writing board.
