The round-faced girl glanced at Lu Yu, who was lost in thought under the tree. A strange emotion flashed across her face: anger at his indifference and...the once unattainable person had been stained with impurity, finding joy in the mundane.,"It's not me who is sick, it's this world!" Lu Yu whispered softly, his gaze unwavering.,Although he had never heard the language before, Lu Yu understood its meaning.。