The major academic conference was in full swing. Since it was being held out of town, the group had hurried over on an early-morning flight.
There had been so much to arrange that, although it was only ten in the morning, Shen Yi already felt drained.
He discreetly pressed a hand to his tight chest and straightened against the hard chair back, but he could not hide his pallor.
He closed his eyes briefly, trying to force down his exhaustion.
The hotel's conference hall was packed with formally dressed attendees.
The hum from the microphone lingered in his ears like an auditory hallucination.
Among all the attendees, Shen Yi kept his gaze fixed on Yuan Chen's back.
Only the sight of that steady, unmoving figure eased his anxiety enough for him to release a soft breath.
Yuan Chen still believed he merely had a stomach ulcer and was feeling unwell.
And so Shen Yi had accepted all his care without reservation.
He ought to end this as soon as possible, but whether his body could hold out through this business trip was another question.
At the very least, he hoped nothing would go wrong with his work.
The dazzling chandelier made him dizzy.
Though it was winter, the heating indoors was turned up high, leaving his chest unbearably tight.
All kinds of mingled scents filled the air, making even breathing difficult.
Shen Yi kept raising a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his temples. Unable to leave midway through, he could only force himself to endure.
Whenever he felt unwell, he took out a candy to suck on.
Now he could not even stomach candy and could only keep swallowing.
There were still two hours until the end, and every minute felt unbearably long.
Fortunately, the atmosphere was solemn,