The night was deep, but Yeh Cangqiong was still not ready to sleep.
The big desk in the office was covered with newspapers, each one related to Chi Xiaoyu.
The first headline, "The President and the First Lady Spend a Sweet Night on a Yacht."
The second headline, "The President and the First Lady Join Hands to Care for Out-of-School Children and Lonely Elders."
...
Report after report like this, the last one mentioned the First Lady being shot, and the President saving her selflessly...
He reached out, gripping this newspaper tightly in his hand, crumpling it forcefully.
Finally, he crushed it into a ball.
And threw it into the trash can.
His hands pressed against his temples, pinching hard.
The headache was splitting, with tinnitus, the sound in his ears buzzing like something was relentlessly grinding.
This painful feeling had not occurred for a long time.
Both familiar and terrifying.
"Yeh Cangqiong, look at me, look at me..."
