Lin Wei has never felt so burdened.
She hadn't personally experienced the situation, yet she was already exhausted, how much more so Jiang Su must feel.
Her hand lay on the broken bricks, and she didn't seem to feel pain. After a while, she finally moved to sit down on the ground beside her.
The unfinished building was eerily quiet.
Lin Cen was lying motionless on the ground.
A gust of wind blew in through the window without glass, and it was a bit chilly.
After an unknowable amount of time, Lin Wei finally calmed down. She turned her head and looked at Lin Cen next to her. He had his eyes closed, looking as though he was asleep, inscrutable in his thoughts. His chest was rising and falling rapidly.
She retrieved her gaze and looked around the room. There was no decent bed or furniture, dirt was everywhere, and few wrinkled textbooks and papers laid in the corner.
Had he been living here since he got out of prison?
Suddenly, Lin Wei felt that Lin Cen was quite pitiful.
