The touch of the pen tip on the yellowed paper has a strange and heart-stopping smoothness.
The ink blurred, and a name was completely outlined.
Almost at the moment when the last stroke was settled, Chen Mo felt the air around him suddenly sink, as if it was being compacted by an invisible weight. The originally noisy traffic and people outside the rental house window suddenly stopped as if a giant hand had suddenly strangled the throat. Immediately afterwards, there was a deathly silence, so thick that it could drip water.
