This evening, Min Yunwen was just sitting on the couch.
He was in pain all night, thinking all night. He picked up his phone and dialed Ji Sang's number, hesitating with his finger hovering over the call button. For some reason, his fingers trembled slightly.
After about half an hour, Min Yunwen suddenly laughed, tossing his phone aside.
Why make a call so late?
It's quicker to just go directly to him.
However, this night was destined to be an extraordinary one for Min Yunwen.
The next morning, Min Yunwen washed his face with cold water to wake himself up; after a night had passed, he looked several years older.
Min Yunwen looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes weary yet glimmering.
He laughed self-deprecatingly; he had been tortured into a lack of fighting spirit, yet in that dark corner, he still yearned for a glimmer of redemption.
He quickly shaved, tidied up his hair, and picked out a set of clothes from his wardrobe that he hadn't opened in quite some time.
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