"Turn off the lights!"
A tense and cold voice broke out.
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment and followed the sound.
Fu Yihan was not sitting in his wheelchair but lying on the carpet near the coffee table.
His body was stained with traces of disarray, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
"Mr. Fu... What's going on..."
A chilling gaze swept over, and Su Qingnuan felt trapped in the gaze of a demon.
Cold, bone-piercing, and filled with despair, as if it crawled from the abyss.
Su Qingnuan couldn't help but step back, her back hitting the cold, hardened door, making a loud bang.
"Get out!"
Bloodshot eyes surged with rage.
"Bang—"
The light dimmed, chaos was swallowed by the darkness.
"...Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan clenched her teeth and trembled as she asked, "What happened to you?"
There was no answer; that person merged into the darkness, silent and motionless.
Su Qingnuan took a cautious step forward, her heart pounding: "Mr. Fu?"
"Boom—"
