At last, he collapsed on the ground, his eyes locked onto the azure sky, gasping for air, he clenched his teeth and blurted out a name.
Su Jun did not hear clearly, only catching a vague sound and couldn't help asking, "Are you having a toothache?"
"Fuck off...."
As he passed by that alley, Yan Song paused, the alley dark and unfathomable, seeming like an abyss that drew people in.
Yan Song lowered his eyes, seeming somewhat forlorn, the tall teenager stood under the streetlight, the dim glow casting a soft light over him, yet he appeared lonely and isolated.
Back home, Yan Nanmo was dealing with matters in the study, Zhuang Xiyue was on the phone, seemingly with her grandmother. Seeing him return, she smiled at him.
Yan Song returned to his room, flung his backpack onto the sofa, and flopped down onto the bed.
Soon after, Yan Ke peeked his head through the door, "Bro, you're back."
