Zhou Chen quietly leaned against the corner, endless sorrow written in his eyes. His eye sockets were slightly red, as if a grain of sand had gotten into his eye. His lips trembled slightly, as though he wanted to say something, yet could not express the agony in his heart. His body leaned forward slightly, and his hands were tightly clenched together, his nails digging deep into his palms.
The surrounding world seemed to have nothing to do with him; he was entirely submerged in his own grief, unable to pull himself out.
Put yourself in his shoes: if Si Ren had suffered the exact same fate as Zhou Chen, what kind of outcome would that be?
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