"Roar!"
Shao Zifeng, who had been chatting with his mother, suddenly heard a dragon's roar beside his ear, his heart pounded fiercely a few times, "Mom, I just remembered I have something to do, so I'll go back to my room." Without waiting for his mother to reply, he turned briskly and left.
"Hey, Zifeng, we're about to have dinner," his mother called out anxiously.
Without looking back, Shao Zifeng waved his hand, almost stumbling as he hurried to his room up the stairs.
...
Bang.
After slamming the door, Shao Zifeng leaned against it, gasping for air, clutching his chest with his hand and slowly slumped to the ground.
His complexion was a bit pale, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Just now, he had suddenly felt Qiuqiu's emotional turmoil, which was intensely strong, filled with longing and resilience that uncontrollably caused his heart to beat violently.
