Jian Yunong was like a lost soul, and at this moment, Mei Hanqing was no different from a walking corpse, wasn't he?
Mei Hanqing staggered down the street, his legs seemingly filled with lead, each step appearing to drain all his energy.
At this moment, Mei Hanqing felt extremely exhausted, physically and mentally fatigued.
Now, Mei Hanqing just wanted to return to his little house and have a good sleep.
After waking from sleep, he hoped to find it was all just a dream, that waking up, everything remained the same.
After all, life must go on, right?
But is it really a dream, can a sleep truly end it?
After catching up with Mei Hanqing, Ye Xunhuan did not speak, merely following quietly behind him.
Wherever Mei Hanqing went, he followed.
They just walked like this, with no one speaking, an air of desolation hanging between them.
In the face of such a lifeless Mei Hanqing, Ye Xunhuan felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles, painfully so.
