It was the sound of a man gently lifting the blanket and getting out of bed.
As soon as his feet hit the ground, he staggered and almost fell.
Kneeling on one knee, he tightly gripped the bedsheet with one hand, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his forehead was covered in fine, cold sweat.
The veins on his hand bulged, as he bit down hard, suppressing something.
He trembled as he stood up from the floor and walked outside, each step shaky and unstable.
Yet it didn't wake the woman sleeping in the dream.
...
The lights in the living room turned on, and the man's hands clenched tightly, the veins on his forehead pulsing with restraint.
In this condition, driving was certainly not an option.
He had come to the Song Family temporarily without bringing his medication.
He dialed a phone number.
The person on the other end sounded dazed, clearly still asleep, but because it was Tang Si's call, they asked, "What happened?"
