Qi Yan felt that his legs were starting to become weak as he refused to control them. Qi Yan rushed into the bedroom, gasping for air.
Beside the bed, Qi Yan's heart began to beat wildly again. She was sure she wasn't hallucinating. When he looked back, he was startled. At some point, a straw doll was placed on his bed, resting on his own pillow, with his eyes wide open. His eyes were ethereal and melancholy.
Qi Yan reached out to pick up the grass doll, but saw that the thin and soft hair on her head gradually turned from green to yellow, and each one withered. This was the first time Qi Yan had seen a plant wither so quickly. Qi Yan thought she must be withered and wanted to hug her, but a huge force seemed to stop her.
Just then, the doorbell thought again.
"Ding dong, ding dong," the doorbell rang rapidly, sharp and terrifying as if it was about to tear the air.