Day by day, the sun waxes and wanes, repeatedly bringing light, repeatedly cloaking in darkness...
Ji Yun dragged a soulless body once more into the classroom at the end of the corridor.
Without waiting for Teacher Nan Mengqian to speak, he curled up on the couch.
His eyes were lifeless, and his entire body seemed like a mechanical puppet that hadn't been charged in a very long time.
"What's wrong, student?" Nan Mengqian put down the scissors in her hand and asked with concern.
In fact, the moment this student stepped into the classroom, Nan Mengqian was shocked by his battered appearance.
Though his body was unharmed, his heart must be riddled with holes.
How could a fine young boy end up looking like this?
What on earth had he gone through?
"Teacher, I... I made it back alive... but... but I still couldn't save him," Ji Yun said, maintaining a curled-up position.
