"Melt into the eyes..."
"Melt into the eyes..."
"Melt into the eyes!"
Li Guanqi jolted awake from his stupor, his head resting against the cold, unyielding wall. The chilly drafts blowing around him raised goosebumps all over his body.
He stared blankly at the deserted ends of the corridor. It took him two seconds to react before he lowered his head and saw his severed right arm.
The heart-gouging pain returned after his brief unconsciousness. This time, he had to face it awake.
After several deep breaths to steady himself, he leaned against the wall and struggled slowly to his feet. His gaze lingered on the floor before finally shifting to the corridor on his left.
"Did Xiao Chen go looking for Da Chui?"
Li Guanqi raised his remaining left wrist and saw that the time read "18:42." He figured he had been unconscious for no more than five minutes.
Five minutes was hardly a short time. Why hadn't Xiao Chen returned? Why was Wang Da Chui nowhere to be seen either?
Alone in the silent corridor, Li Guanqi felt a chill brush through his heart. He sensed an omen of disaster.
"Xiao... Xiao Chen..."
He staggered toward Class 4, Grade 1, moving slowly because his head was still dizzy.
His vision swayed with his unsteady body, making the corridor before him rock back and forth. The dark floor tiles seemed to throw his sight out of alignment.
Li Guanqi's head felt heavy, and faint double images appeared in the world before him. The throbbing pain in his right arm left him drenched in sweat again.
"Are my injuries too severe...?"
But then, through his mental haze, he suddenly saw a figure appear at the far end of the first floor.
Bracing his left hand against the wall, Li Guanqi