C672 I Was Angry

Zuo Zhan stood on the chair outside the operating room. It was as if his soul had been extracted. He looked down at the bloodstains on his body with his empty eyes. His brain was muddle-headed, as if something was knocking on it. The ringing in his ears, which had not flared up for a long time, was like thunder.

Zhan, I'm waiting for you to come home.

I'm tired. Zhan, carry me.

Zhan