Gu Tai's gaze fixated on the moon, a mix of emptiness and emotion.
"I've seen fear," his voice broke the stillness, soft and contemplative, "etched on countless faces throughout my life—from people realizing they drank poison to others figuring out who I am. But nothing was like when Xiao An woke up. Even with his frail body, he fought...fought to extricate himself from the confines of that hospital bed, straining to flee the room as if fleeing some unseen terror."
