Chi He clung to the bathroom trash can, vomiting violently.
He expelled everything from his stomach, retching until nothing but bitter acid remained.
The entire world spun around him, and every time he closed his eyes, the lifeless face of Chi Yu haunted him.
Chi Yu was dead.
This truth struck Chi He like a thunderclap, shattering his entire world.
He had always believed he could control everything; as long as he brought Wang Ming'an back, Chi Yu could be saved.
There were still ten days left until the two-month deadline.
Chi He never expected Chi Yu to die ahead of time.
Struggling to regain a sliver of clarity in his haze, a sudden thought crossed his mind: the two-month deadline only held if Chi Chali hadn't interfered.
Chi Chali's machinations had hastened Chi Yu's death.
Yes!
Chi He suddenly found a target for his fury.
