Zhao Bolin collapsed to the ground. With a pained gasp, he covered his chest and coughed hard. He could faintly taste blood on the tip of his tongue and… goodness, it hurt so much! He almost blacked out from the shock when his back made contact with the solid wall. Throughout twenty eight years of his life, this was the first time the esteemed Professor Zhao had experienced such a huge suffering!
"You—" He lifted his head angrily and was stunned in an instant by the sight in front of him.
Despite being the culprit, Lu Yizhou looked much, much worse than himself. Zhao Bolin had never seen such an expression on him before. So lost, so afraid, so small and fragile… as if he was a puppy who was suddenly abandoned by his owner, drenched by the chilly rain and could only shiver uncontrollably. He took an unstable step forward with his hand outstretched. But then as though recalling something, he suddenly flinched and took his hand back, forcing it to hang stiffly by his side.
