Within that endless fog, Zhou Yichen did not know how long he had been running.
Even when his legs grew weak and numb, he did not stop. Even when his throat grew hoarse from shouting, he did not stop calling out.
For whenever he felt an overwhelming exhaustion, that hellish voice would echo through his mind. The weeping and screaming of his younger sister, the frantic, manic laughter of a man. All of this filled Zhou Yichen with a pain and despair so intense it was almost unbearable.
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