Zhang Yiming no longer wanted to speak.
He felt an incredible heat in his stomach.
Pain he had never felt before flooded his entire body, as if he was being crushed and reshaped, repeatedly.
Zhang Yiming struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall, but he couldn't take a step forward.
Leng Yebai glanced at the trembling Zhang Yiming, and with feigned kindness, said, "When you leave, don't knock the door down, and kindly close it."
Zhang Yiming couldn't hear Leng Yebai anymore.
Sweat dripped from his forehead; he reached out a finger to wipe it away, staring dazedly at the sweat on his hand.
His heart was struck by immense joy.
Sweat, only humans sweat, right?
Zhang Yiming gave up moving forward, just looking at the sweat on his hand, too excited to move.
He slid down the wall to sit on the floor, closing his eyes to carefully feel the pain in each part of his body.
The long-lost pain caused a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
