How could Wu Yuan be here? Wasn't he supposed to be in the hospital, undergoing treatment for his manifestation? And most importantly, how could he be together with these people?!
He Juan could not tear his gaze off the teenager, stumped. It suddenly dawned on him why Wu Yuan looked so unfamiliar right now – it was his eyes. The Wu Yuan he knew was a bit timid; even then there was a radiant glow to his eyes, especially when he shared his dreams to go to university one day. He was like akin to a newly sprouted bud, a bit shy and demure, but He Juan believed that all he needed was sufficient sunlight and water to thrive. But Wu Yuan in front of him now…
His gaze was hard and obscure. He Juan could no longer see the radiance within… as if it had faded away. As if the bud had withered before it could even bloom. As if a part of him had died – the one that carried all of his innocence and dreams.
