Gu Jian Country didn't know how much hope there was in doing this, but now, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were a live one.
When he returned to the rented room, it was already nine o'clock at night.
Xiao Mei sensibly brought out the food that was heated in the pot.
"Uncle Gu, have a bite."
"I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."
Gu Jian Country waved his hand, feeling as though he had aged a decade in just a few hours.
Where was his appetite for food… If Xiaoxia didn't come back, he didn't even want to live.
