She was full of questions about this young man, but when he was around, she didn't dare to say a word, let alone ask any questions without permission. Tang Yanchu was very silent, but this silence seemed to contain an endless sense of oppression, which made her feel uncomfortable all over. No matter what he did, he always had an emotionless attitude, just keeping his head down or avoiding her eyes.
He lay on the cold ground and remained silent. Ye Zi stepped forward quickly to help him up, but King Beiyin angrily shouted: "Get away! Why are you always protecting him?! He has a sister like you, and sooner or later he will become a useless waste!"
"Am I already useless?" Feng Yu didn't raise her head, her voice was low, as if coming from the ground.
She doesn't know if she will ever have the chance to wear a wedding dress in her life, but if she thinks about it carefully, it must not look good even if she wears it, right? A bride who couldn't stand got off the sedan chair. So many people were watching, but she could only sit in a wheelchair and be pushed to the church.
She thought of the way he walked slightly swaying when she first met him, of his clean and tidy posture when he fought with the Dark Night Alliance, of how he could only ride up the mountain in a chariot when he returned to Wushan, and of how he has never left her side these days...
Every step he takes, he may be enduring pain that ordinary people cannot imagine.
But he was always smiling and nonchalant.
Her tears gradually overflowed, crystal clear, across her cheeks, and dripped onto his knees.
"I can't find the direction I came from..." He said this sentence over and over again, his eyes sour and unbearable. At this moment, he realized that the endless darkness is an eternal disaster.