After speaking, Mu Yunlie entered the room and locked the door from inside.
He leaned against the door, his body devoid of strength, and slowly sat down on the floor, clutching his head.
It felt as if an invisible claw viciously seized his skull, giving him a splitting headache.
His heart seemed to be gnawed at by countless ants.
Amid the intense pain, a sense of uncontrollable panic and unease arose within Mu Yunlie, causing his entire body to shudder.
After a while, he lifted his head.
His eyes became as clear as a child's, veiled with a mist that seemed ready to spill over with tears at any moment.
The first person that came to mind was Yan Qianyi.
He rose, intent on seeking her out, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused abruptly.
The memory of her cold indifference from earlier that day flashed through his mind, along with the words she had said.
