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Huffing, he went out in a hurry to escape the pressing atmosphere in disappointment over his powerless self.
Their home used to be quite lively. They would have meals together, and his older brother would always find time in his busy schedule to be with him.
It felt painful to see him in his current state. So drained and out of any liveliness. Every time Tang Yixiu saw him, he would always be reminded of the past.
He wanted to restore their state back to when Tang Yizhou's ailment never existed, but it seemed so impossible. Not even the greatest doctors could tell what was wrong with him.
Who else could help them?
As Tang Yixiu exited the house, Tang Yizhou, still sitting by the coffee table, dropped his tablet harshly and let out a long, depressed sigh. Everything. Everything going on was killing him, eating his whole being from the inside.