C220 This Was the So-called Guardian?

There was a heavy pressure inside the car. No one spoke, only the sound of pages being turned.

Anger and sorrow. His chest felt as if it had been ruthlessly ripped open by a sharp blade. It tore out the nerves in his flesh. He was in so much pain that he couldn't feel anything.

Her spirited eyes were dead silent, like a volcano that was being suppressed by lava