Three years ago——
Zhu Jia: (Bombed to a bloody pulp) Mr. Lu... (Coughing up blood) I might be... Dying...
Lu Wei: (sadly) Hold on! Zhu Jia!
Yu Chaojin: (crying) Zhu Jia, you will definitely survive!
The next day, Lu Wei, Yu Chaojin and Wang Shou rushed to the hospital anxiously.
Then I saw other patients in the ward:... Colorful sunshine, starting now↗
Two hundred years later——
Zhu Jia looked at the few people whose faces had not changed at all: Haha →_→
Liu Gui smiled awkwardly: It's not too late to know now, right?
Lu Wei scratched his face: After all, you are no longer a secret, right, blablablabla...
Zhu Jia: Haha→_→
Intention: self
