Gu Nianzhi could feel her heart acting like an old engine. After sputtering violently several times, it completely stopped beating. She sat across from Tan Guiren, hearing her crisp voice echoing next to her ear, watching her bright red, tiny lips continuously moving before her.
She could hear every word she said, yet she was unable to put the words she said together to comprehend. Like a patient with dyslexia, she could see every word before her, yet she was unable to recognize the meaning of the words. She slowly straightened her back and tightly gripped the silver spoon. She exerted so much strength that she nearly twisted the spoon.
