The boy was constantly rubbing his temples with a grave expression on his face. Instead of feeling a sense of relief, it was only getting worse and worse over time. He squatted on the ground and buried his head. His fingers pressed down the back of his head like he wanted to rip his skull open.
It burnt like a thousand ants were nibbling at his brain but no matter what he did there was no sense of relief.
He wanted to cry out but no matter how hard he tried his voice wouldn't come out. It was as though he had been robbed of his speech and could only suffer in silence.
His body toppled to the ground as his fingers curled up. The veins on his neck became more prominent throbbing under his almost translucent skin. It was then Rui Li noticed something was wrong. She broke from Rui Yewan's hold and rushed over to the boy twisting on the ground unnaturally.
