The banquet hall was air-conditioned, and he wore a warm sweater. He should have felt neither cold nor hot, yet his back was completely soaked with sweat, his hands cold and clammy.
Jun Changmo chatted and laughed with the people around him, casually glancing his way.
Just one fleeting glance.
In an instant.
He felt submerged, drowned in fear, drowned in despair.
A suffocating viper coiled around his neck, spitting deadly venom and the mark of death at him.
His body instinctively began to tremble.
His limbs went weak. He had no strength to stand, not even enough to clench his fists and numb himself with pain.
Not until Jun Changmo moved into the center of the hall, surrounded by several people.
Wen Yanyu quietly stood up. One step, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and he was out through the banquet hall doors.
His steps grew faster and faster, his calves trembling wildly.
His mind stopped working like a clock with a broken mainspring. His vision warped and blurred, and he could not tell where he was.
His ears filled with the clamor of his heartbeat and his ragged breathing.
He came after me.
Run.
I'll die.
I'll be dragged back.
I'll drag down everyone around me.
Don't look back.
Run.
What do I do?
Suddenly, an arm locked tightly around his waist, pulling him into someone's embrace.
Wen Yanyu instinctively wanted to scream, but once he saw who it was, he forcibly swallowed the sound.
Fu Hanchuan's face was flushed, his suit and tie tugged half open as he gazed dazedly at the person in his arms.
After confirming who stood before him, Fu Hanchuan called, "Yanyan?"
"Yes, it's, me, Fu, Hanchuan, quick, hurry, I, we..." Wen Yanyu looked panicked, already unable to string his words together properly.