The sound of bitter weeping reached Tang San. His eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Little Three?!"
Yu Xiaogang's pleas stopped abruptly. He and Flender looked over.
"Mm..."
Tang San sat up. As though he remembered nothing, he stared blankly at his teacher's sorry state, then at Flender and Zhao Wuji.
"Teacher... Dean, Teacher Zhao..."
"Why are you here?"
He turned toward the window. It was dark outside.
Memories suddenly rushed back. He and his father had been in the sky... and then he had tried to kill himself!
He snapped fully awake and felt his neck. There was no wound. It was perfectly fine, soft flesh and all.
Clinging desperately to his last hope, Yu Xiaogang staggered over and grabbed Tang San's shoulders.
"Little Three, why?!"
"Who did this?!"
He truly could not believe Tang Hao had attacked his own son, Tang San. If Tang San had nearly died, what would happen to someone like him, who had no connection to Tang Hao?
Wasn't he finished?!
Tang San was calm. He was still alive, which meant his father still loved him!
His shoulders hurt from Yu Xiaogang's grip. That showed how hard his teacher was squeezing.
He glanced sidelong at Flender and Zhao Wuji, unsure whether he should speak. Those two were outsiders. Only his teacher was one of his own.
"Uh... Teacher, I just had a little accident."
"I used... Oh, right, Teacher. How did you find me?"
It suddenly occurred to him that this was an important question.
Flender fell silent, unsure what to say. He did not know what had happened or whether Tang San knew his father was Clear Sky Douluo. If he said too much and angered Tang Hao, he would be finished.
But Yu Xiaogang was on the verge of breaking