C1071 (4)

“Uh... oh... Yo... You...” Qiao Youyou shuddered, instinctively stepping back a couple of steps. Why did this voice sound so familiar? Was she hearing things?

How could it possibly be Yeh Yiming’s voice? It didn’t even sound human. Yet, the mix of agony and restrained suffering was unmistakably familiar. Gathering her courage, she moved forward again.

Pressing her ear against the metal door