Gao Ming didn't touch the food he had made, placing a piece of cake in front of him. He counted his heartbeat, rubbing lightly at the calluses on his fingertips.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.,Closing the bedroom door, Gao Ming felt the temperature in the room begin to rise. The news on television became clearer, and the storm outside seemed even more real.。