Despair comes from the depths of the soul, and when the hope deep within shatters, the ensuing despair can utterly crush a person, drowning them in an ocean of despair.
Jin Poshan personally felt this kind of despair, his face deathly white, devoid of any color.
The atmosphere at the scene was very quiet.
He stared blankly at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan and Cui Xiaofei were also looking at Jin Poshan, who was getting up from the mud pit.
"Come, get up, the ground is dirty, it'll easily soil your clothes." Lin Fan said softly, communication has to be gentle, communication is not about arguing, not about debating. When a conversation reaches an impasse, or when everything that needs to be said has been said, but no resolution is found, then taking action becomes inevitable.
Jin Poshan looked at Lin Fan with an expression that revealed something peculiar.
He silently got up from the mud pit.
