No, it won't do.
He Zhiyao hugged Qin Shuang tightly, staggered to his feet, and walked forward, following the vague memories in his mind.
After taking a few steps, it was as if he ran into something, and he heard a "crash" sound.
He Zhiyao had no strength in his body, and his knees hit the ground once again.
The shards of glass that shattered on the floor pierced his foot, and the pain briefly brought him a moment of clarity.
Ignoring everything else, he found a piece of glass and stabbed it into his leg without hesitation.
The pain came once again, and he finally managed to push aside the chaos in his mind.
He then groped his way towards the door in the darkness.
From the living room to the door, it was just a short distance of ten meters or so, but it seemed like he could never reach it, sweat beads continuously seeping through his forehead.