Yan Junze turned over and sat on the ground, watching his legs flicker in and out of visibility, the intense numbness relentlessly attacking him.
It was already dark, and with no one around, he didn't fear being seen.
About two or three minutes later, his legs finally stopped phasing into ghostly silhouettes.
Yan Junze took out his phone and called Xiang Er, asking her to come and pick him up.
Xiang Er had been inside the rental apartment all day and arrived at Yan Junze's location in less than a minute after receiving the call.
Seeing Yan Junze sitting on a roadside flowerbed, continuously massaging his legs, she curiously asked, "What's wrong? Why are you sitting here so late at night?"
"I just sent Zhang Xiaomo off and suddenly my legs gave out; I couldn't walk," Yan Junze said.
"Zhang Xiaomo left? And then your legs went weak?" Xiang Er stared at him unblinkingly.