Chapter 153: Shackles

Hearing Feng Yan's words, light appeared in the girl's eyes, revealing the brilliance of hope.

"If it still exists, it should be able to revive once more..." Feng Yan whispered, his heart secretly beginning to ache.

Yes, that thing, the Adventurers' Book.

As a wish-granting device for critical moments, using it could absolutely save the girl's brother.

But Feng Yan had no way; the one in his hand had already been used, Chen Hao wasn't nearby, and these situations caused him much trouble.

Feng Yan knew everything: the boy's death and his own amnesia; blaming himself, his inner pain kept deepening, and he gradually didn't understand.

He began not understanding why Wang Tingwan agreed to Yang Xin, why Yang Xin didn't refuse; the friend he thought of was merely a tool to him, used and discarded.

Feng Yan understood this, began to feel it could be somewhat tragic. Yet at the same time, a faint hope appeared in his heart; this little flame flickered in his heart, making him feel he wasn't completely forgotten.

As Feng Yan's thoughts flew to the nine heavens, the girl saw his confused expression; feeling that her brother still had hope of life, her eyes brightened.

"I hope what you say about my brother is true." The girl said to Feng Yan, then pulled the blanket over and closed her eyes.

Seeing the girl's state, Feng Yan's worry eased; he gently closed the door and stepped outside.

"Sigh!" Feng Yan sighed; he thought there might be a rescue estimate, but there was no way to help the girl; yet how could he save now?

Is rescue just a slogan? Or merely Feng Yan's own selfish desire?

Feng Yan became confused; he once again fell into a strange problem, which was the answer he hadn't obtained last time.

"I am a coward." Feng Yan lightly scolded himself.

Feng Yan lowered his head, feeling deeply lost; he again could not save the girl before him, and he also clearly saw the needle on the imperial physician earlier, knowing the girl's lifespan was only a few days left.

Feng Yan's heart was extremely anxious, hoping someone would appear before him to solve the problem together.

"Feng Yan, you're still the same!" Suddenly a familiar voice sounded from beside his ear; Feng Yan raised his head, saw the person before him, and showed a smile.

"I'm back; how have you been playing along the way?" Chen Hao teased Feng Yan, then threw a punch straight at his chest.

"I'm confused by something." Feng Yan said to the person behind him; at the same time, his mental burden eased considerably.

He knew that the person behind him sometimes would give him some very reasonable opinions.

"Why does playing a game make you so tired?" Chen Hao asked.

"A game?" Feng Yan wondered, then suddenly realized, self-mockingly laughed, and continued: "Maybe it's just the kind of person who likes to seek trouble for themselves; you still don't know that about me?"

Hearing Feng Yan's words, Chen Hao felt helpless; he knew the person before him was essentially pure and somewhat childish.

Although somewhat gloomy, his heart still pursued something.

"Hmm, I know; then we can only use that!" Chen Hao answered Feng Yan.

"That..." Feng Yan lowered his head, fell into silence; he knew that thing, both he and Chen Hao, were already gone.