Losing One’s Mind

In this pitch-black surroundings, aside from the occasional chirping of insects that disturbed this strange silence, Shen Xiaoxiao's voice was barely audible.

Long Xi frowned as he looked at the lonely woman standing not too far away. His heart pounded violently because he had heard the two barely audible words.

His head was in intense pain. He bit the root of his tongue and did not immediately take out the pill that he had taken out before. Instead, he just stared blankly at the thin and weak woman who was not far away from him.

He had never thought of rushing over and embracing this woman like he was doing now. After the massacre, her eyes were filled with grey wings and her body was filled with loneliness.

There was a kind of loneliness and solitude that could not be shared with others.