The Man Who Killed Me

His raised leg lowered. It was a simple action, but that was quite taxing for Chen Ge. He felt lightheaded, like many things were pressed on his body, and there was this force that was trying to pull him back. Chen Ge did not know what was hiding in the dark, and he had no idea whether there were any ghosts around him. But sometimes, not seeing was better because that would not affect his emotions. It took him several minutes to move from the seventeenth floor to the eighteenth floor. When Chen Ge successfully reached the eighteenth floor, he almost tripped.

I feel so cold and dizzy.

Chen Ge was very tired, and it was a mental exhaustion like he had been working at a stressful job for more than ten hours.

I should be on the top floor already.