Time ticked by, second by second.
In the office, the numbers on the timed bomb were rapidly counting down!
One second, two seconds, three seconds!
Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock!
The syllables of death echoed through the room. Less than six minutes remained before the bomb exploded!
Anger lingered at the corners of Xie Huilan's eyes as countless emotions flashed through them in an instant—rage, anxiety, gratitude, tenderness. Her gaze was complicated beyond measure. She stared at Dong Xuebin without blinking, watching him, glaring at him, looking at him. Dong Xuebin had completely given up hope as well. Yet at a time like this, he felt strangely at ease. He tightened his grip on Sister Xie's soft little hand and silently sat beside her, holding her hand, clutching it, keeping her company.
Death was drawing closer and closer to them both!
"Leave!" Xie Huilan finally forced out those two words.
Dong Xuebin remained unmoved. "Is there any point in saying that now? I already smashed the lock."
"Call someone and have them break down the door! There's still time!" Xie Huilan drew a breath. "I'm begging you!"
Dong Xuebin took his phone from his pocket and directly switched it off.
Xie Huilan shouted angrily, "Nonsense!"
"I always thought I'd live to seventy. At worst, at least into my fifties or sixties. Man proposes, Heaven disposes. Heh, I never thought I'd only have a few minutes left." Dong Xuebin looked at the timer on the bomb. "Sister Xie, there are still more than five minutes left. Stop talking about leaving or not leaving. We only have this little time left, so don't waste it." He paused. "Since I can't save you, I never planned to leave this room anyway. Let's... talk a little more before the end."
"You idiot!" Xie Huilan cursed.
Dong