C107 I Can't be Depressed

Yan Chuyang sighed and leaned back with his back against the wall. He curled himself up like he did when he was little. However, this time, he didn't call for his mother, but Wei Qing.

Wei Qing, Wei Qing.

Yan Chuyang repeatedly said in his heart, hurry up and save me, I'm going to die from the pain.

But the house was quiet, just like it had been ten years ago, and he was alone