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Cheng Zinuo's laughter was getting closer and closer, and Du Jinnian's grip on his knife and fork was tightening.

Du Jinnian's heart throbbed in pain. He told himself over and over again that he couldn't turn back. He mustn't turn back.

Because the moment he turned around, Cheng Zinuo would see him sitting in a wheelchair, crippled.

By that time, Cheng Zinuo's eyes would be filled with sympathy for him. He didn't need Cheng Zinuo to pity him, and even more so, he didn't want to place any psychological burden on Cheng Zinuo.

Du Jinnian could feel Cheng Zinuo sitting behind him. There was only a table between them.

However, his longing for Cheng Zinuo seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers and rushed into his heart. It finally turned into a sharp knife, slicing through his flesh one after another.