Low-key 7th July.

Tian Du City.

The Sword Card Master Association.

The teenager in white silently looked into the distance.

His heart was aching.

From the silhouette that he saw, Yun-er's shadow would occasionally place her hand on her chest, held hands with Lu Ming, and even knelt down, her shadow overlapping with Lu Ming's…

He felt a pain in his heart.

Fine.

Hence, he looked up at the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. There seemed to be a trace of tears at the corner of his eyes. This was the face of grieving youth.

"My condolences."

The therapist patted him on the shoulder. "There are some things that you will only understand after you have experienced them."

The teenager was lost in his thoughts.

After a long while, he seemed to understand something. "Don't tell me you also…"

"Heh."