[Oh my God, I-I-I think I'm hallucinating.]
[Same here. I think I just saw Mr. Fu break his own wrist.]
[What a coincidence, me too. Wait, coincidence my ass! Has Mr. Fu gone mad?]
That thought crossed the mind of everyone who witnessed the scene, except Xu Chao.
He watched the man's wrist swell and deform at a visible rate, the ugly, hideous purple bruises like a beast baring its fangs and roaring toward him.
Inexplicably, a stretch of cold, blinding white appeared before his eyes again.
Boundless, towering snowy mountains wound upward like an endless staircase of ice. Snowflakes drifted down from a sky filled with snow, landing on the man climbing alone, yet they seemed to crash down on him like massive boulders.
The heavy snow pressed his black coat into a small, deathly white mound. He was thin and haggard, but his steps never faltered as he kowtowed with every step.
The mountains were clearly vast and boundless, yet somehow, he recognized that figure at a glance-Fu Sichen.
As though he had seen something utterly terrifying, his heart pounded uncontrollably, and his entire body shook beyond his control.
He raised a hand as if to touch that swollen wrist, but the moment he drew close, he pulled it back.
He tilted up his helpless little face, his voice thick with sobs steeped in grief.
"Fu Sichen... does it hurt?"
Fu Sichen realized almost instantly that something was wrong with Xu Chao. "Chaochao, d-don't cry. I'm fine, Chaochao!"
But Xu Chao suddenly broke free of Fu Sichen's hand. Like a small animal driven into a breakdown by utter fury, he charged at Lou Jun with reddened eyes, heedless of his own safety.
He swung a vicious punch at his face.
Lou Jun's mind reeled. For the longest time,