This was also Zhang Heng's first time seeing Shen Xixi use the thing in her hand.
At that moment, she seemed to transform into an ancient stone statue, radiating an imposing aura.
The others might not have seen anything, but Zhang Heng did not know whether it was an illusion. He could vaguely make out a beating heart in the darkness, wrapped in some inexplicable black substance. However, the black substance did not cover much area. It slowly gathered together and fell into the tray. It was this black substance that caused the tray to sink gradually.
At the same time, 1810 felt an intense sense of suffocation. There was clearly nothing wrong with his body, yet it felt as though he could not breathe. Sweat covered his forehead, and memories of the vows he had exchanged with his first love began involuntarily resurfacing in his mind. Those sweet memories he had long forgotten flooded back, along with the guilt and shame he had felt when he informed her that he was going to marry the dean's daughter. He would never forget the look in her eyes.
1810 had hoped that the girl standing across from him back then would make a scene, would roar at him, but in the end, she had not said a single word. She had simply turned around and walked out of his life.
Then the scene shifted. With the help of his father-in-law, the dean, 1810's career had soared. He quickly became somewhat well-known in the field. Later, someone approached him and asked him to help promote a new type of medical device, using his status as an expert to endorse it. But based on his professional judgment, 1810 knew that the device was not as good as its manufacturer claimed. It might indeed