Wei Zimu felt that his heart had been torn into two. Half of it was moving vividly, and the other was suffering in hell.
He was one of the most outstanding young people under China's traditional education. He was gentle and elegant, with a sunny heart. It was not an exaggeration to say that Wei Zimu was a person who would give money every time he met a tramp and would cry when he saw the flag-raising ceremony.
But that was two years ago, before he reunited with Yu Qian. He walked under the sunlight, tall and upright.
After acknowledging Yu Qian, he suffered the gnawing of his conscience while helping Yu Qian do all sorts of outrageous things.
Now, Yu Qian's request was getting worse and worse. The strings in Wei Zimu's heart had already broken to the extreme.
In Continent F, Yu Qian finally left the laboratory. Jayce welcomed him.
