Dr. Zong Fang's hands trembled, and his eyes reddened.
A commotion suddenly arose from the crowd as Dr. Zong Fang, like a madman, drew a weapon from a Federation official. Everyone thought he was refusing to accept the verdict and was about to resist. As people screamed and scattered in all directions, and some rushed forward to restrain him, Dr. Zong Fang took a dagger and slashed his own palm.
The crowd was stunned, watching his bizarre actions in shock.
The man looked at his blood-covered hand and slowly collapsed to his knees, powerless.
"Qiaoqiao..."
Dr. Zong Fang watched the wound on his hand heal itself, almost grinding his molars to pieces. His heart felt as if it were being eaten by a thousand ants. He closed his eyes and a tear rolled down.
She didn't even want her Talent anymore...
She truly didn't want him anymore.
Outside the crowd, across the street, Ruka held an umbrella, his left shoulder already soaked. He tilted the umbrella again toward the slender figure.