C340 There Was No News from the Vast Sea of People

White paper and black words were like a sharp dagger, cutting Kang Zeyu's heart bit by bit.

He reached out his hand and held his forehead.

The space between his eyebrows was tightly wrinkled, and his sea of consciousness was surging with pain and discomfort.

"Pata pata. . . "

Tears rolled down from his eyes and fell onto the paper.

One drop after another, more and more. In the end