Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-One [Chen Yan's "Identity"]
In a mental institution in Fuyang City.
At night, in a solitary special care room.
Being a detained mortal, when Li Zhaowei lay on the bed, although he was bound with restraints, as per regulations, his wrists still wore handcuffs, the other end of which was attached to the iron frame by the bed.
The restraints on Li Zhaowei were tied very tightly, rendering him motionless on the bed, his eyes closed, not moving an inch.
The room was unlit, completely dark, and the corridor outside was dimly lit.
Only at night, occasionally, came the sudden cries of other patients from other rooms.
In the room, a figure appeared silently, then quietly sat by Li Zhaowei's bed.
Li Zhaowei suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, his gaze full of terror, rapidly searching for something.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not the female ghost coming to claim your life."
Chen Yan spoke with a smile, lowering his voice.
His tone was very cold.
