This world no longer matters.
Yingzhou, the missions from the Jurisdiction Bureau... none of it matters. It's all meaningless.
When Yuan Zhao emerged from the restroom, he seemed like a different person. Hunched over, he dejectedly followed the group from the Ivory Tower.
Like a walking corpse.
When his senior classmates caught sight of him, their expressions turned sympathetic. Poor young man, he's probably been rejected... they likely thought. That's just how it is; one must suffer society's harsh beatings to grow.
Keep at it, Yuan Zhao! Don't be defeated by yourself!
But to Yuan Zhao, those encouraging words were already meaningless.
The outside world is too frightening, Sister Yuan, I want to go home...
At this moment, all he wanted was to return to the warmth of his own room, take a bath, sip hot tea, curl up under his thick blanket, hug his head, and cry his heart out until he was too exhausted to cry anymore, then fall into a deep sleep.
