Perfect Supreme

In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,Lin Ling was just an ordinary person. Like his deceased childhood friends, he had no connections, no potential, and no real strength.,"This feeling of being watched is so unsettling. The child I saved in my past life, he must be watching over me. I'm surely here because of his blessing, so I can't disappoint him, I have to live!"。