Upon learning of the Ma Family's misfortune and that his second uncle had been killed by a Tibetan Mastiff, Lin Yu stood petrified as if struck by lightning, his eyes wide open, pupils filled with unrestrainable shock and fear.
"How could this happen?"
He murmured to himself, his voice dry and hoarse as if all strength had been drained from him.
His legs went weak, almost collapsing to the ground, he could only steady himself by reaching out to grasp the nearby table.
His mind was in utter chaos, the sound and image of his second uncle's smiling face kept flashing before his eyes, yet the cruel reality forced him to confront this sudden tragic news.
"No, this can't be possible!" Lin Yu shook his head fiercely, as though trying to cast out this dreadful news from his thoughts.
He paced back and forth in the room with hurried, panicky steps, muttering continuously, "Who did this? Why at this time..."
