The man looked to be in his thirties, and although he was a bit old, it didn't detract from his handsome appearance at all.
He sat in the last row, his hands on the table, turning his head to look at the seat next to him, his expression lingering and tender.
Looking at him, Yi Mu felt as if something had struck her heart; it ached a little, and she felt a little sore.
How could someone I'm meeting for the first time give him this feeling?
He couldn't help but walk into the classroom.
Guan Shengye's ears caught the sound of footsteps, and he looked up.
Their eyes met, Yi Mu stopped in his tracks, and the expression on Guan Shengye's face gradually faded.
He has grown old; his former vigor is gone, replaced by a maturity honed by the years, and a deep, unyielding sadness in his eyes.
Yi Mu didn't know what was wrong with him; countless images flashed through his mind in an instant.
A boy once said, "As long as I score above 90 on my test, you have to say something to praise me. You can't just give me a perfunctory reply."
He said helplessly, "Are you a child? Do you need others to praise you?"
Later, the boy who was rumored to skip classes and fight all the time scored over 100 on every test.
He racked his brains every day to come up with fresh and new compliments.
They were inseparable at school, which everyone found incredible.
He was later pushed off a cliff and died, leaving the young man devastated.
Later, the boy found the murderer who killed him.
The boy had planned for a long time to trap the murderer in the classroom on the eve of his senior year exams.
He used a knife to cut wounds of varying depths on her body, and from night until sunrise the next day, for more than ten hours, he drained her blood, torturing her to death.
The boy's best friend received an even crueler punishment.
The boy cut off his genitals and dumped him on a deserted island, an island where all the most vicious criminals were imprisoned, and they were all men.
Less than a month later, there was no further news of the accomplice; he was probably dead.
The boy had two lives on his hands and was reported to the police station by the family of the accomplice.
The incident caused a huge uproar back then; the boy was arrested, imprisoned, and sentenced to death.
He was later given a suspended sentence, then behaved well in prison, and his sentence was commuted to 20 years. His sentence was reduced over the next ten years, and he was finally released two years ago.
He looked much more haggard when he was first released from prison compared to now.
Yimu remembered everything; he heard a sigh, it sounded like 998.
Guan Shengye slowly stood up; he was very dissatisfied with the young man who had barged in.
"Who are you?" he asked in a cold voice.
Yi Mu never expected Guan Shengye to go to such lengths for him.
After traversing several worlds, he finally realized something.
His view that traversing the world is an illusion is actually a particularly irresponsible conclusion.
Each person's existence is real; each person in the story is flesh and blood.
He never imagined that his death would be such a heavy blow to those around him.
Guan Shengye spent more than ten years in prison to help him get revenge. How important are more than ten years in a person's life?
He didn't even take the college entrance exam or go to university, and all of this was because of him.
In the previous world, Yi Mu's greatest wish was for Guan Shengye to walk the right path.
I hope to see him on television someday; he is a successful businessman and entrepreneur.
Instead of a murderer burdened with the guilt of taking a life, someone whose crime can never be erased.
He thought his death was insignificant, but there was a fool who was willing to ruin the first half of his life to avenge him.
Yi Mu's eyes reddened, and he held back his tears.
Guan Shengye lacked patience; he only wanted to come and pay his respects today and didn't want to be disturbed by unimportant people.
He frowned, walked towards the handsome young man, his expression turning fierce and menacing. "You..."
Yi Mu stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and hugged him.
He tried his best to keep his voice from becoming too overwhelmed, but a sob still escaped his lips: "I'm sorry!"
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