The sound of punches echoed once again in the gym on the first floor, each hit more violent and terrifying than the last.
The usually calm and elegant gaze of Shi Che was now filled with endless hostility, and a sinister danger lingered around his entire being.
He could go through everything with Chuxia, except for the harm that had already happened, the scars already etched deep in the heart; even time cannot easily erase them.
Thinking of Chuxia's frightened and flustered eyes, Shi Che delivered another fierce punch to the sandbag, and with that forceful blow, the fabric tore open, pouring out sand with a rustle.
Shi Che stared fixedly at the sand, gasping heavily, and after a while, the fierce aura surrounding him began to subside a bit. He stepped forward, bent down to grab a bottle of water from the ground, opened the cap directly, and drank from it.
