The vibrant, orderly world of the talent shows on one monitor and the grim silence of the interrogation feed on the other held Huo Ting Cheng's focus in a precarious balance. The only softness in the room was the rhythmic sound of Tang Fei's breathing from the sofa.
They went on for about forty minutes, Huo Wu was learning to balance things while Twilight assisted him.
Tang Fei's breath has been stable and grounded but then, it suddenly hitched.
A small, broken whimper cut through the silence. Huo Ting Cheng's head snapped up, his attention instantly ripped from the screens.
On the couch, Tang Fei had gone rigid. Her fingers twisted in the blanket, her knuckles turning white. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her brow, and her head tossed fitfully against the cushion.
In the labyrinth of her nightmare, Tang Fei was burning.
