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Jiang Ming reached out and gently touched the surveillance camera above him, a flicker of disgust flashing in his eyes. "There's an indescribable aura, as if I’ve known this person before."
"Known this person? I clearly showed you the surveillance footage; how did it turn into a discussion about someone?" Yan Qing looked at Jiang Ming with a hint of confusion in his gaze.
Jiang Ming's eyes grew vacant, as if he had fallen into a deep memory. "When I was a child, that woman locked me in a laboratory for so long. The scent back then was one of decay and greed, a nauseating smell."
He slowly placed his hand against the wall beside him, his eyes widening gradually, his body trembling slightly as painful memories surged like a tide.
Suddenly, Jiang Ming seemed ignited by anger, his right fist crashing into the wall with a loud bang, creating a deep dent. His eyes were bloodshot. "Yes, that’s right, it’s that disgusting aura. It seems like that woman has sent someone to do this. They’ve already reached here."
His voice was laced with suppressed rage and pain, as if he had returned to that dark time.
Jiang Ming's body trembled slightly; those painful memories clutched at his heart like the claws of a demon.
Leaning against the wall, his brow furrowed tightly, the handsome features he usually bore were now twisted in pain, yet somehow added an inexplicable sense of broken beauty. Sunlight poured over him, outlining his tall figure. His dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and beneath the strands lay eyes filled with suffering and struggle, resembling an injured lone wolf—tormented by the past yet still exuding an alluring aura.
Seeing Jiang Ming in such a state pained Yan Qing's heart. He reached out and gently placed his hand on Jiang Ming's shoulder, soothing him again and again as if comforting a frightened child.
The warmth of Yan Qing's hand seeped through Jiang Ming's clothing, like a beam of light piercing through the dark abyss.
Jiang Ming seemed to awaken from a nightmare, suddenly snapping back to reality as the daze in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a hint of grievance. He looked at Yan Qing; his eyes sparkled like stars, filled with complex emotions—fear of the past, gratitude for the comfort received, and an unrecognized sense of reliance.
Yan Qing was momentarily stunned. He gazed into Jiang Ming's eyes, which seemed to hold a vortex that pulled him in deeply.
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