i was turning numb. what happened to me didn't seem to matter. sometimes i felt angry, but most of the time i felt nothing; i'd never felt so much nothing before.
everyone and that small piece of information had brought on relief and positivity within the room. wong had been picked up with each arm around two of the students, literally being dragged.
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ㅤㅤㅤno one should have felt any guilt for what had happened to him. he was of no importance. the others had successfully infiltrated the room where wong resided in. he was propped gently against --
the fresh look of guilt as she helped him up, trying to wake him and ask him where her sister was and why was he locked up in the cell, even helping him get out with the help of her friends.
the wall whilst being questioned by them. he was still heavily sedated so he wasn't make much sense; he had mentioned that Jiae were alive and the rest came out jibberish. there was hope still for --