He widened his eyes, staring at the sky above, somewhere between blue and gray.
It felt like his entire world had been completely turned upside down.
Tears kept streaming from his eyes.
Many pedestrians walked past him on the street, but... no one dared to approach him.
His entire body exuded a sense of desperate destruction, making anyone who got close feel a chill down their spine.
"Such a good young man... What's wrong with him..."
"Yeah... No idea... Quite pitiful..."
"Might be mentally ill..."
Someone whispered.
Nangong Feihong heard the murmurs around him.
Suddenly, like a madman, he started laughing hysterically.
He laughed for a long time, until people nearby were so scared that they ran far away.
Then he finally got up from the ground.
He took out his passport and ID from his jacket.
Limping forward, his hand dripped blood onto the ground as he walked.
Bright red blood blossomed into enchanting roses on the ground.
