In a daze, Nan Zhihao felt as if there was a string in his heart that, after being repeatedly bent, finally—
snapped.
"—Ah!!"
Accompanied by a nearly hysterical roar, Nan Zhihao hurled his cellphone to the ground.
The moment the phone screen hit the floor, it shattered into a snowflake-like pattern, the colorful digital distortion splintering the call display showing [Mom].
"—Ah ah!!"
It was as if something suppressed to the extreme in his chest was about to explode, yet without any target, Nan Zhihao blindly and fiercely swept everything in front of him.
Cups, the table lamp, books, the computer, storage boxes, everything was tossed to the floor, making a heart-wrenching crash. Next, his gaze locked on the wardrobe beside him, and without much thought, he swung his fist—
"Bang," the whole bed frame attached to the wardrobe shook, leaving a conspicuous dent in the thin metal, and Nan Zhihao's fist now showed visible bruising and redness.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang—"
