Everything in the room was destroyed by Mu Liang, with bloodstains splattered all over the walls. Once, Mr. Yake forcibly woke him up, and he went mad, punching the walls so fiercely that they were covered in blood. Eventually, Mr. Yake bound him with iron chains, and he struggled so violently that one of his hands almost became deformed, with the chains sinking into his flesh. It looked horrendous, and he couldn't use that arm—it was a narrow escape.
Liu Zheng said, "Ah Liang, give it up."
"No!" Mu Liang's voice was hoarse, like that of a person barely clinging to life, a match for Lu Bai's neurotic face that seemed on the verge of death at any moment, "I'm not dead yet, I won't give up!"
I absolutely can't give up!
He had already endured so much torture and despair, he couldn't give up halfway; he had to recover that memory.
"Ah Liang, if you keep tormenting yourself like this, it will kill you."
