After parting ways with Qi Ning, Xie Songde fell into a state of extreme anxiety.
He watched everything around him warily. There was no sound at all, yet he kept looking in one direction or another, as though something there was watching him.
No matter where he ran, he could feel that chilling gaze on him.
His only comfort was that he knew the bathing center's entire layout by heart.
After suddenly becoming separated from Qi Ning, he had tried to find that restroom and go inside to look for Chen Miao.
But there was nothing inside.
He knew he was in grave danger, but he did not know whether to wait for rescue or follow his survival instincts and run for the entrance.
Once that omnipresent gaze appeared, he could no longer wait. He began running toward the entrance, following his memory.
What filled him with despair was that, despite clearly remembering every path and every turn, he simply could not reach the bathing center's entrance lobby.
It was as though that place existed only in his memory.
But he did not dare stop. He had a feeling that something terrifying would happen the moment he did.
That drove him to keep running back and forth through surroundings that were both familiar and strange.
Now, however, he could run no farther.
He did not know how long he had been running, but every part of his body felt heavy.
He did not understand why he was so weak. He regularly went jogging in the mornings and did other things to keep himself healthy.
His breathing grew harsher and harsher. Xie Songde felt as though his lungs were about to explode, and his heartbeat seemed to pound right beside his ears.
At last, he could not hold on any longer.