The bell rang, signaling the end of class.
Yu Xian silently walked out of the classroom and stood by the corridor railing, staring blankly into the distance.
A cool breeze blew by. He closed his eyes, but before he could even breathe in the fresh air, the stench flashed by again, and his newly relaxed heart instantly felt heavy once more.
He was terrified of death, especially the agonizing wait for death like his father. Because he had handled everything for his father, he understood the agony and despair of needing mechanical assistance to breathe and swallow, completely unable to move.
Being eaten alive, leaving only the brain…
Yu Xian could imagine that this was a death far more terrifying than his father's. Because he understood, he could sympathize.
“Call the police!”
Yu Xian t
