Chu Yi struggled to gather his spirit, and after a long while, he gulped down some saliva.
After swallowing, Chu Yi seemed to regain a little bit of his energy.
He showed a very tired smile.
A very faint smile, barely recognizable as a smile at all.
"You don't need to worry too much, everything will be alright again."
Everyone nodded swiftly.
"Right, that's right, it will get better, Chu Yi, you don't have to worry."
Everyone exchanged comforting words, but they all knew, Chu Yi's days ahead were destined to be ordinary and painful.
With this thought, everyone fell into silence.
Amidst the silence, Chu Yi suddenly heard Yang Dingtian let out a soft scoff.
Everyone's gaze immediately turned towards Yang Dingtian.
Chu Yi also made an effort to look over at Yang Dingtian, and when he did, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
Right in front of them was a middle-aged man dressed in black, his expression wooden, eyes vacant like a still ancient well, staring at Chu Yi.
