A physical and mental wreck, Zhang Yao seemed to have only a tiny spark of life and a glimmer of hope left in his eyes.
As Zhang Yao's gaze slowly drifted upward into Fang Yi's eyes, Fang Yi could keenly sense that Zhang Yao was indeed ill, and very ill at that, though not entirely due to his "falling off a cliff to his death." He knew very well that the details here were somewhat complicated—so complicated that many things could only be deeply buried in his heart.
"Zhang Yao, they said you've been waiting for me, right?" Fang Yi hurried forward a few steps, placing a hand on Zhang Yao's shoulder, radiating an insincere, wild joy in both his gaze and voice.
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