"Bang!"
Ye Qingliu felt like a fallen leaf caught in a hurricane, his body uncontrollably slamming into the hard wall behind him.
The huge impact made his vision go dark in an instant. His throat suddenly felt sweet, and a strong taste of rust rushed into his mouth. Warm liquid overflowed from the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, staining the front of his expensive dress red.
His bones felt like they were falling apart, and the pain washed over him like a tide. His consciousness was like a paper boat thrown into a whirlpool, sinking and spinning madly in the excruciating pain and endless darkness.
The observer's cold database and Ye Qingliu's emotional fragments were completely turned into a mess under this huge impact.
Countless images flashed wildly in his consciousness that was on the verge of breaking - the cold recording desk, the candies handed to him by Duan Shuce, and Mu Xinrong's cold body.
Bai Zhiye’s smile in the sun, Ning Xiwan’s warm hands, and Hua Jinyue’s hot tears.
The real storm in Chao Youye's eyes... and the bright red string tightly wrapped around her wrist...
———Bai Zhiye…the only variable…
———He won the bet.
Just before he completely fell into the dark abyss, his blurred vision showed Duan Shuce rushing towards him like an arrow, regardless of his own injuries.
There was no expression on Duan Shuce's face, except for the deepness of his sharp eyes through his frameless glasses.
His disheveled figure was clearly reflected, filled with surging shock, unconcealable deep worry, and a hint of... relief as if the dust had settled.
Then, there was endless darkness.
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