In the end, Ji Li had still become the person she least wanted to see.
When he dragged his crippled right leg through the icy river beneath the ink-black night, returning here step by step,
what surfaced in her eyes was Ji Li as he had been when he first woke up in the Seventh Branch.
Ji Li had once possessed a firm goal and a heart full of hope. Though trapped in the abyss, he believed that light would eventually shine through.
But now...
That man's hair had grown longer and longer, while his mental state worsened by the day. The light in his eyes had long since gone out.
There was not the slightest trace of fighting spirit left in him. All that remained was stubborn, crazed obsession, a body covered in mud, and a broken leg.
And tragically, even he did not know what exactly he was clinging to.
Perhaps he had walked for too long and forgotten why he had set out in the first place.
Female Voice choked back a sob as she stepped forward, supported Ji Li's heavy body against herself, and silently headed upstairs.
Everyone crowded around the entrance to the activity room, but no one dared take a single step forward, afraid of disturbing Ji Li.
Within the same space, the two groups represented two different states of mind, yet they affected one another.
All the noise, games, and liveliness came to a halt at that moment. Happiness vanished in an instant.
Only the front door, continuously knocked by the wind, still swayed as though voicing its displeasure.
Pushing open the door to 301, Female Voice supported Ji Li to the sofa and slowly lowered him onto it.
She then returned to the bathroom, took out a towel, and wiped his