Three long and agonizing days had passed since Zhang Haoran had brought Su Cheng to the unfamiliar territory of country X. Each passing moment seemed to stretch on forever, like a never-ending torment. Zhang Haoran found himself consumed by a dark and dangerous urge, a sinister impulse that whispered in the recesses of his mind, tempting him towards a path he had never imagined treading.
As he sat in the somber stillness of his flat, the weight of his emotions pressed upon him, suffocating and unrelenting. He gazed up at the ceiling, as if searching for answers in the blank expanse above. "I can't bear this any longer," he murmured to the empty room, the words escaping his lips like a desperate plea for release from the suffocating tension that hung in the air.
