The chaos that began, accompanied by the ensuing noise, grew dimmer by the second in Xie Qing's eyes—his vision blurred, and a ringing filled his ears. His state was far from presentable, making him look like a man lost within himself.
"I..."
Deep regret. That's what he felt. Guilt gnawed at him from the inside, his heart aching as if his worst wound had been brutally torn open.
Boom! Boom!
Xie Qing shuddered, clutching his shoulders. He didn't understand what was happening to him; it felt as if two personalities had merged within his mind.
"I'm going insane..."
The cries in his head grew sharper and sharper.
"Save us!"
"Master!"
"Hubby..."
"Please!"
Please.
Please.
"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."
Madness.
