When the soles of Gu Qinghuan's boots crushed the shattered tiles strewn across the ground, Pi Yanlin was pressed against her back, counting her heartbeats.
One, two. They were as rapid as a beating drum, sending a throbbing pain through his temples that kept pace with the pulse.
He could feel his soul churning inside his body, like spider silk scalded by boiling water, ready to snap at any moment.
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