This feeling is quite strange; he has never felt such familiarity with anyone.
Watching Pei Yuelan walk farther and farther away from sight, his heart felt as if it was having a seizure, throbbing with pain.
It was as if something important had been ripped away.
Old Bai raised his hand, rubbed his left chest, and muttered to himself, "Brother, what's wrong with you?! It hurts so much, please calm down!"
This inexplicable dull pain lasted for a long time.
Old Bai was still clutching his chest, hunched over, sitting in the wheelchair, not leaving the garden.
Not only did his chest hurt now, but his head felt like it was being squeezed tighter and tighter, as if under a spell, and the pain surged.
A few minutes later.
As Pei Yuelan finished watching Pei Tianshuo and came out of the side building, she first saw Old Bai's wheelchair in the garden. Then, she saw Old Bai fallen on the ground, curled up, holding his head, twitching in pain.
