Zhang Cuihua's eyes held no anxiety, no fear, they were as empty as if they were dead.
Her body was almost motionless, as if bound by some force.
Liu Zheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand was tightly squeezing his heart.
He tried to approach Zhang Cuihua, hoping to unravel the mystery. However, no matter how hard he tried, his feet seemed to be stuck to the floor by a magnet, unable to take another step forward. His body was rigid and immobile, helplessly watching the scene before him.
Time seemed to have stopped, and the room was ensnared in an eerie silence.
Liu Zheng felt as if he were trapped in a black-and-white film, with all sounds blocked by an invisible barrier, except for the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.
The strange atmosphere was suffocating, his thoughts churning like tides. He could not understand what was happening before him, nor could he accept this scene that was so at odds with the real world.
