The unwillingness and collapse in Feng Ge's emotions poured out with his roar.
No one expected that Mo Lin, who was at his peak, suddenly disappeared for a year.
During this year, the entire East District underwent tremendous changes.
The Feng Family experienced even more twists and turns.
Everyone said Mo Lin was dead.
Feng Ge also knew in his heart that after a year had passed and Mo Lin had never appeared, he was likely to have fallen.
But he still held on to the last shred of hope.
He hoped Mo Lin was not dead.
This was his last spiritual support.
Feng Ge stood up and walked forward slowly, as if he bumped into someone and stopped.
"Is it another person coming to bully this blind man?" Feng Ge slowly mocked himself.
This kind of situation he had encountered not just once, being casually bullied.
"I'm not dead, I'm back."
A deep voice slowly reached Feng Ge's ears.
Feng Ge was momentarily stunned, then visibly excited, his arm trembling.
"You are... Mo Lin?"
