He didn't know why he called this person that way, but upon hearing the name, he subconsciously called out in that manner.
He thought, surely he used to call him like that in the past.
And he must have called him many, many times, so much that now whenever he heard this name, he would naturally call it.
No one responded to him, not even an echo.
"Brother Mu Han..."
He gathered his courage and called out again.
But he was still swallowed by the darkness.
It seemed it was indeed because he was unconscious.
"Brother Mu Han."
"Brother Mu Han."
He raised his voice, continuously calling him, hoping to awaken him.
Yet with each call, the strange sense of familiarity grew stronger.
This prompted his emotions to become increasingly agitated.
"Brother Mu Han."
"Brother Mu Han."
His calls grew louder, finally turning into an almost uncontrolled, hysterical roar, his heart surging with unbearable sadness.
Tears gradually streamed down his face.
"Brother Mu Han..."
