Tang Ye remembered who this room belonged to – it was Chen Chaoyang's. More than once, he had heard sobbing and low growls coming from it, presumably the pain of losing a loved one.
Perhaps he had released most of his emotions by now, as the crying inside gradually subsided.
Click〜
The door swung open, and Chen Chaoyang emerged from the room. He paused upon seeing Tang Ye, but quickly put on a smile that seemed as normal as ever. He called him "boss" as always, but his eyes displayed a lifeless gray.
"What happened to you..." Tang Ye knitted his eyebrows. Chen Chaoyang's hair, now dyed white for some unknown reason, gave off a vibe of lifelessness, akin to a dead snake's. The most chilling aspect was his mouth, an injury inflicted by Liang Hanyang that had yet to heal.
