Li Huowang sat numbly, pondering what he had just experienced.
He had clearly answered a call from his mother, and the person on the other end knew his name. Yet when he checked the phone afterward, it was completely broken, not even powered on. Then who was I just on the phone with?
And if that was a hallucination, does that mean the feeling of being watched was also a figment of my imagination?
Am I, Li Huowang, really mentally ill? Have I been sick all along?
Li Huowang closed his eyes in agony, clutching his head and scratching his hair vigorously.
He didn't want to accept it, but he had to face it. He couldn't even trust himself.
"I…" Li Huowang struggled for a moment, his expression pained as he found Yi Donglai's number in his contacts.
After a long series of rings, Yi Donglai's voice came from the other end.
"Hello, Li? Did you need something?"
