Chen Yan's words instantly silenced the already cramped earthen house.
Though tragedies like this occurred almost every day in the world as it was now, seeing someone who had lived through one standing before them still made it impossible not to feel sympathy.
Especially for someone like Liu Fanyue, the daughter of a schoolteacher who had not suffered much even amid these troubled times.
Yet she had already witnessed countless tragedies.
Among the "refugees" Shen Yunshen had saved in Willow River Village, the vast majority carried tragedies of their own.
But when Chen Yan spoke of his circumstances with such an indifferent, untroubled air, Liu Fanyue was still deeply moved.
Zhou Yan, beside them, quietly watched it all unfold.
From the first time he had met Chen Yan, Zhou Yan had not liked this youth who was about his own age.
Especially Chen Yan's face.
For that very reason, although Zhou Yan and Chen Yan had lived under the same roof for the past three days, they had exchanged fewer than ten sentences in total.
Chen Yan did not care in the slightest. He had absolutely no interest in an ordinary youth like Zhou Yan.
But from Zhou Yan's perspective, things were not like that at all.
In Zhou Yan's eyes, it was not only that he disliked Chen Yan—Chen Yan disliked him as well.
In short, the two simply did not get along.
Unlike Chen Yan, who drifted through each day in a daze, Zhou Yan was confined to his bed while recovering from his injuries, and his thoughts could only remain within Willow River Village.
He truly did dislike Chen Yan, and the reason had already been stated.
As for why Chen Yan could not get along with him...
Zhou Yan had a guess.
It was because Sister