Not Him—Them
Shen Xixi could not remember how she had made it back to her room. She fished out the bottle of sleeping pills she had bought before boarding from her backpack, only to find it empty when she unscrewed the cap.
All she could do afterward was wash up quickly and lie down on the bed.
After a full day of intense training, both her body and mind were exhausted beyond measure, yet she still could not fall asleep.
Shen Xixi did not know why, but this time, the hallucinations lasted longer and were more intense than ever before. No matter where she looked, she saw bizarre sights that an ordinary person's mind could scarcely endure.
When Shen Xixi tried closing her eyes, her imagination instead became even sharper. Those indescribable things filled her mind, as though they were about to swallow her whole.
At that moment, Shen Xixi inexplicably thought of Zhang Heng again. He must have suffered the assault of such terrifying hallucinations too, especially during the days he had secluded himself in those mountains. Shen Xixi did not know how Zhang Heng had endured it. Though unlike her, he had carried an Immunity Crystal.
But the Immunity Crystal could only be used three times, and Zhang Heng had ultimately saved one use for the little girl he had spent several weeks with.
Where had he used the first two chances?
Ever since Zhang Heng's death, Shen Xixi had avoided recalling anything related to him. Not only because she found it difficult to accept his death, but also because a knot had always remained in her heart—the choice Zhang Heng had made in the end.
Sometimes, Shen Xixi felt she could understand Zhang Heng. After all, he had been driven into a desperate corner that night. Aside