Yu Chuanfeng stopped in his tracks.
The shopkeeper turned to grab a nearby jar of seasoning. When he glanced to the side, he saw Yu Chuanfeng.
As if he'd been pricked by a needle, Yu Chuanfeng bolted. It seemed someone was shouting something behind him.
I felt like I was seeing my younger self in Yu Chuanfeng.
Everything around him was bizarre and surreal, filled with a terrifying, eerie atmosphere.
At least I'd had Xiao Bai to lead the way back then. Yu Chuanfeng had nothing.
He ran with all his strength until he couldn't go any farther, then stopped.
His heart raced, his breathing came in gasps, and his legs went weak.
Yu Chuanfeng couldn't think of anything else. He simply sat down on the curb.
After a long while, he finally let out a shaky, choked breath.
Trembling, he reached into his pocket. His face lifted, streaked with tears and snot.
His hand found nothing.
There was nothing in his pockets.
Yu Chuanfeng searched every pocket on his clothes in a daze, at a loss for what to do. His tears kept falling.
He bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood, before finally stopping his futile search.
I watched him touch his face, then break down and sob aloud.
I felt a little sympathy for the kid, as if I understood what he was going through. But there was nothing I could do. My outstretched hand couldn't touch him, and he couldn't hear me when I called his name.
Yu Chuanfeng's sobs were interrupted by drunken shouts.
I turned around and saw several rowdy drunks.
There were five men in all. They were so drunk they could barely function, stumbling and swaying as they walked, bumping into one another.
They stared at Yu Chuanfeng like he was