Both he and Su Chengyu were born into the Royal Family, yet their fates were so different. Su Chengyu was cared for by so many, but what about him? When had he ever been loved by so many?
After the death of his master, he had always depended on his sister for survival...
The more Gong Juechen thought about it, the sadder he felt.
However, seeing Su Chengyu's body battered and broken, looking as if he could breathe his last at any moment, Gong Juechen found himself unable to harden his heart.
He had originally wanted Su Chengyu to die, but now, he somewhat wanted him to survive...
This man was his brother, after all...
Overwhelmed with emotions, Gong Juechen examined Su Chengyu's body, but he didn't linger long before he left Su Chengyu's room.
Looking up, he gazed at the lone moon in the sky, thinking about how he still hadn't found a good solution to end this plague, and sadness welled up in Gong Juechen.
It was already a hopeless situation.
