Zhao Yang heard Tian Xiaorui's voice, but did not turn around, his fate with Tian Xiaorui in this life, from this moment, had been completely severed.
As for those people whom Zhao Yang did not care about or pay attention to, he did not care about their opinions.
Walk your own path, and let others bark like dogs!
Upon returning home, Zhao Yang hastily ate a few bites of food, then went back to his cabin to sit in meditation with his eyes closed.
Yingtao was watching TV with her old dad, aware that Zhao Yang needed rest and time to think on his own.
Tomorrow was the final day, and if Xu Xin's illness did not improve after treatment or got worse, she really didn't know what to do.
Zhao Yang sat in dry meditation for a while but was unable to focus his mind to breathe and channel his energy, so he gave up meditating. Lying back on the bed, he looked through the window at the moon in the sky.
