His tone brimmed with a blend of indulgence and coaxing.
Yan Xinxin sat motionless, clutching the quilt, her gaze drifting far, far away...
Fragments from the day before yesterday and yesterday began to play vividly and completely in her memory once she quieted down...
After returning from the hotel, noticing something unusual about her body, she had secluded herself in the bathroom to shower.
After chasing Xiao Yize out, she had planned to soak in cold water but accidentally slipped, falling hard and hitting her head on the floor.
Later, in a flurry, she had settled herself into the bathtub, immersing her entire body in the cold water, trying to regain clarity.
But even though it was scorching hot, she couldn't help but feel an icy chill.
The sensation of being submerged in water made her feel terrified, suffocated—she felt her strength ebbing away, the desperation to break free and surface growing, yet everything before her eyes was pitch black.
