The streetlights outside glowed faintly, the silence eerie enough to send shivers down one's spine.
Shen Chi felt a chill in his heart, as though a piercing north wind swept over him from head to toe, leaving coldness in its wake.
His hand holding the phone gradually clenched tightly, his eyes emanating a profound and distant depth.
He looked ahead, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness…
Over the years, he had called him "Third Brother" countless times and imagined their battles with one another, but he had never thought it would end in such a way.
Wearing nothing but a thin sleeping robe, Shen Chi stood on the balcony. He didn't turn on the light, letting the darkness envelop his tall, slender frame.
In that instant, he seemed able to hear his own heartbeat, accelerating bit by bit.
Compassion spread in his chest, and the chill seeped steadily into his bones.
