'Is… is this even a human hand?'
Having her wrist gripped by Chaisi felt like her hand had been sealed in steel and concrete. Jin Xueli even suspected that if he wanted to, he could snap her hand clean off at the wrist.
The pain was so intense she could barely hold on to her phone, but he saw this and didn't loosen his grip in the slightest.
"What do you mean, you want to see?" Jin Xueli suppressed her shock and suspicion, trying to speak in a normal tone. "We're just cooperating. Why should I let you inspect my phone?"
From Jin Xueli's perspective, Chaisi was backlit. The soft glow of the streetlamp rested on his shoulders as if afraid of heights, not daring to fall any further, not daring to plunge into the abyss that was him.
She was shrouded in Chaisi's shadow, unable to make out his expression.
Jin Xueli's breathing grew heavy from the pain, but Chaisi remained deathly still. After two seconds of silence, he said nothing and gently slid the phone from her hand.
