The "red paint" dripping onto the back of Han Fei's head seemed to come from this red room, and as it stained his body, Han Fei felt a special connection with the room.
If the room could be compared to a box, then he was the person trapped inside it.
Forever without sunlight, without the concept of time, just endlessly repeating some desperate and painful things.
Clenching his fists, Han Fei's eyes filled with streaks of blood, and he could feel his heart being pierced with pain, a sensation that far surpassed physical hurt.
"I even forgot the despair I had experienced, only vaguely remembering that feeling..."
Suddenly, a very low laughter came from the back of his head, as if a child who knew nothing of the world had emitted it, only understanding how to laugh. Over time, his smile began to encompass various negative emotions.
Fear, sorrow, sadness, breakdown, and then gradually becoming hysterical, turning completely into something else.
