A burning sensation tightly surrounded him, flames crashing around, densely burning him.
The more he burned, the more anxious he became, the more unbearable it was, suppressing him almost to the point of suffocation.
He vaguely and faintly heard Song Yi calling his name.
Again and again, the tone was very anxious, very urgent.
Under the dim light of the office, the woman frowned at him, her eyes full of worry and anxiety.
Her slender body swayed him, she looked very frail, very much in need of help.
When Tang Si's blurred vision slowly focused again, his mind cleared, and that sense of agitation and unease dissipated, replaced by darkness.
He realized that the tempered film on the phone in his hand had shattered, glass penetrating his skin.
Blood spread across his palm, the pain only brought him comfort.
He was out of control.
Tang Si let go, the phone plummeted to the ground with a "thud."
