Su Qi slowly placed his hands on the shoulders of the youth.
The boy's body trembled slightly, but he did not respond. The strength in his footsteps remained strong as he looked at Su Qi with eyes slightly bloodshot, "Don't hold me back...."
Su Qi said, "I'm not holding you back, just asking how you're feeling now? Are you still holding on to Brother Ma's great idea of dialectical materialism?"
The youth remained silent.
He didn't understand but began to lick his lips. His withered lips were devoid of color, and his face grew even paler.
"I am... in a lot of pain now."
Black patterns spread across his body, seemingly burning, not particularly painful, but every inch of his flesh could feel a searing sense of pain, as if it had even penetrated his heart.
Intense anxiety... made him feel as though he was engulfed in confusion and vague emotions, with a suffocating sense of being overwhelmed.
"I hear voices rising within my heart."
