There was a bite mark and two rows of light-colored tooth marks on Zhang Shuting's left hand.
Every time he looked at this place, he couldn't help but think of the owner who left this crimson mark, Su Or.
In the dead of night, when no one knows,
In a daze, Su You's voice seemed to echo in my ears again,
It fascinates him, makes him crazy, makes him intoxicated, makes him obsessed with it, makes him feel phantom pain.
Concept: The eye of the hurricane is calm.