"Junjun is here..."
Although Bai Junjun was seven or eight years younger than him, the moment Yuwen Luanfei saw Junjun, he felt as if he was looking at an elder sister. The grievances he'd been enduring until now finally broke free, and he desperately wanted to cry his heart out.
To think of it, just days prior, Yuwen Luanfei had been lying in bed, unconscious and unaware of himself. Wenren Pingting hadn't paid much attention to his mental state at the time.
Seven days ago, Yuwen Luanfei's condition improved, and he finally regained his breath. But he had completely lost his fighting spirit, becoming utterly despondent. He often displayed an air of deep sorrow and an overwhelming despair, as if life held no meaning.
