This was a profoundly desperate feeling, as if someone was literally choking his throat, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
Shi Lingyan suddenly began to realize that this place didn't seem like hell ought to be.
It could be said to be heaven, but not quite.
He didn't feel any pain, but neither did he feel a shred of joy.
During his time here, all he had felt was emptiness and boredom.
He had a strange intuition; he might not be dead yet, he might still be alive.
This realization left Shi Lingyan somewhat at a loss.
He exerted all his strength to scream, to respond, but he couldn't move at all.
He was very desperate.
Shi Lingyan had tried many ways, and just when he was about to give up, he heard his grandmother's voice, Yun Du's voice, and... a voice that didn't belong to Shi Mei, yet they called this person Shi Mei, Miss Shi.
Shi Lingyan listened intently to their conversation.
