That light seemed to swallow
After hanging up the phone, Ye Yansheng felt as if all his strength had drained away. The voice that had just been speaking normally to Song Guanyu on the call now seemed hollow; his half-lowered eyes were filled with a blank daze.
Ye Yansheng's face was etched with exhaustion and fatigue, with lingering pressure marks on his cheeks. His temples, soaked with sweat, had dampened his scalp, and his face was drenched with perspiration.
For the first time, he sat blankly on the steps of the stairwell, his mind empty. His arms hung naturally over his bent knees, and his fingers tightly clutched his phone, which still held a trace of warmth.
His gaze fell on the phone screen, as if he were pondering something deeply.
The whole world seemed to fall silent.
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