Letter No. 0465 (first update)_1

The pain was indescribable.

Ye Xiong's body convulsed. His face turned purple, and he began to foam at the mouth. The veins on his arms bulged, looking as if they were about to burst. His internal organs felt as if they were being churned by a merciless hand, completely displaced by a tormenting agony that left him without the strength to even breathe.

The people around him were shocked into a stupor, but beyond their worry, they were utterly helpless.

Yang Xinyi was dissolved in tears, clinging to Ye Xiong in a desperate attempt to ease his pain, but nothing she did could stop it.

"Ruyin, where's Ruyin? Get her over here, quickly!" Yang Xinyi cried out anxiously.

The crowd snapped back to their senses, and He Mengji hurriedly dialed Murong Ruyin's number. The phone rang nearby, and only then did they realize that Murong Ruyin had already arrived at some point without them noticing.