"Hello? Hello?" the man called several times, glancing at his phone screen. "Hello? Sun Bin?"
A muffled sound came from Sun Bin's throat. He was like a mute, trying to speak but unable to get the words out.
The man called out a few more times, growing increasingly anxious.
"Sun Bin, where are you? Did something happen? Hello? Hello?"
Sun Bin finally broke through that barrier and called out, "Lu An." His voice came out clearly, but Lu An apparently didn't hear a thing.
He shouted into the phone a few more times, then went into the bedroom, changed clothes, grabbed his wallet and keys, and headed out. It looked like he intended to go search for Sun Bin.
Sun Bin was completely stunned, staring blankly as Lu An left. He could still hear Lu An's voice through the phone, but he couldn't take in a word of it.
His hand loosened, and the phone slipped from his grasp. It vanished before it hit the ground.
Sun Bin swayed and hurried into the bathroom.
He looked at the mirror. It wasn't very clean, but there was no doubt it could reflect a person. It was supposed to show people, and it should have shown Sun Bin. But now, the mirror was empty.
Sun Bin reached out and touched the mirror. The look of dejection on his face grew even more pronounced.
Just like Yi Huan, he had suddenly discovered that something unbelievable had happened to him. He had realized that he was dead, and all kinds of emotions had risen up inside him.
Sun Bin stood there in a daze for a long time, his mind completely muddled.
After quite a while, who knew what had occurred to him, but he suddenly straightened up and rushed out of the bathroom,