He's so afraid of the dark, how could he endure it?
He doesn't dare to think about how much bullying and suffering he endured in that place, how scared he was.
Every thought of it is a torment worse than death.
The boy stepped forward, squatted in front of Mu Han, and reached out to touch his head to comfort him, but his hand went right through him.
He looked at his own semi-transparent body, and tears gushed out.
In the end, he could only silently retract his hand.
"Brother Mu Han, don't cry. Didn't you say that men don't cry…"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's Brother Mu Han's fault, it's Mu Han's fault for not protecting you, it's Brother Mu Han who harmed you."
He supported himself on the ground with both hands and suddenly began to kowtow, faster and harder, as if he was going mad.
The thudding sound made one's heart tremble with each beat.
It seemed that only by doing this could his heart feel a little better, so as not to feel like dying.
