"You brought someone to rescue me?"
A disheveled Wang Zixuan didn't expect Zhao Yun to actually find humans to save him, but why did the person look so familiar?
In an instant.
He recalled the human he had met some time ago.
Lin Fan from the Sunshine Shelter in Huang City, who boldly said he wanted to be friends, asked for his location, wanted to visit him personally, and whom he had decisively refused.
He really hadn't expected that the human Zhao Yun called for help would be him.
While Wang Zixuan was at a loss, Zhao Yun took something to wipe his face, and feeling this warmth, he shrank his face away.
"It's very dirty..."
He emitted an unbearable pungent smell, what once was his most disheveled state didn't count as disheveled if no one saw it, as long as he chose to forget it didn't exist.
But now... his most sorry sight was witnessed by the goddess in his heart.
His heart bled.
An indescribable pain.
