Terror of unknown origin came and swallowed Zhu Long. His body felt hollowed out as he slowly sank into a dark abyss. He felt deserted ad trapped.
"Calm down!" Chen Ge shook Zhu Long's shoulders with great strength, and finally, the latter's dispersing gaze began to focus. "You're getting better. This time, you didn't faint or scream. So now, what else did you remember?"
"Nothing." Zhu Long was slowly getting used to this. His tone of speech was already different from before. The youthfulness and naivete of youth was disappearing, and in its place was something else. The young man was slowly changing, and he himself did not even realize it.
"Looks like there's not enough stimulus." Certain things could not be pushed. Considering Zhu Long's physical condition, Chen Ge did not pressure him further. "You should keep this pink phone; your memory is locked inside. Most of the content inside it is real, but you have merely forgotten all about it."
