More than a dozen children, basically there is no intersection, they don't care about this world, they don't even know how the world is, they only guard their own small, dark world.
From birth, they were immersed in an abyss-like environment.
Instead of being carefree and playful at an age they should be, they are so... lifeless.
Jiang Ruan furrowed her eyebrows slightly.
Looking at such a scene made her feel very uneasy.
After all, she has witnessed what Fu Chi was like when he was a child. They were expressionless, not communicating with the outside world, but they are suffering mentally.
"All the children are here, they are at different stages of the illness. The most severe case of it is a little boy about four or five years old named Yi Yi."
Bo Wen blew on the hot steam in his thermal mug and pointed to the boy in the far corner.
