Weilan walked up to Zhuang Yuezhou and saw him squatting on the ground, looking up with a gaze that was utterly empty.
In her heart, she too felt a suffocating distress, resenting the fact that her elder brother and people like Zhuang Yuezhou had to encounter such misfortunes in life.
They must have been angels sent to the wrong place by God.
"Zhuang Yuezhou," Weilan spoke up, her voice a bit hoarse, "are you, are you okay?"
"Haha!" Zhuang Yuezhou suddenly laughed, but that laugh sounded so bitter to Weilan, it also made her feel extremely uneasy, because it was too horrifying, worse than crying.
She remembered how he looked when he cried a month ago, just as desolate.
Weilan squatted down next to him and whispered, "Zhuang Yuezhou..."
"Is it not ridiculous?" Zhuang Yuezhou suddenly spoke up, his voice filled with immense sorrow, "Your brother told me, I'm not normal..."
Weilan didn't know how to comfort him, she could only remain quietly as a listener at that moment.