Lin Murong made the acquaintance of several older brothers, and then began to feel the pangs of hunger.
There wasn't enough to eat. There really wasn't enough, and there was no way to snatch more. There really wasn't.
The thing was, despite his great sacrifices, the information the older brothers provided turned out to be only partly useful.
Most of it was stuff that couldn't be described.
Lin Murong: "..."
Sometimes, being alone and out and about could be quite helpless.
After chatting with the older brothers for just a few days, Lin Murong already felt quite drained.
When Su Yinhe had a good look at him, she was almost scared to death.
"You stayed up all night doing homework yesterday, didn't you? You look so drained."
She counted the months; in her world, it was also the time when students were starting a new school year.
The days before school started were for staying up late, battling on with a pen in solitude, creating miracles.
Once upon a time, she was one of them.