Now that Han Yuanjun had told Liang Jiahao about this, once again, he had experienced the same feelings. Thinking of the few days when Liang Zixuan was in a coma, his heart ached.
Liang Jiahao's ability to accept something could be said to be very strong. He believed in this mysterious thing.
He also believed that Han Yuanjun would never lie to him, and Han Yuanjun would never be able to lie to him about this kind of thing.
Seeing Liang Jiahao's expression getting worse and worse, Han Yuanjun asked anxiously, "Big brother, are you all right?"
Liang Jiahao shook his head and pursed his lips. He suddenly said, "Looks like I'm still too sympathetic to them!"
"Huh?" Han Yuanjun paused and asked, frowning, "Who're you talking about?"
"Wei Xiaoqing, Jiang Huifang, Hou Yingyi!" When Liang Jiahao mentioned these names, a wave of hatred surged from his heart. His eyes suddenly turned red, and his nails dug into his skin until it began to bleed.
