In a dark corner, there was only a sliver of light. She was well hidden, yet Shen Shihan still caught sight of her.
He was naturally sensitive; whenever there was a stir, his sharp eyes quickly took notice.
The woman had been crying all along, yet her tears were restrained and stubborn.
It was a common enough sight; in such places, it was nothing unusual for women to be bullied.
But after a brief appraisal, he lifted his gaze and his steady footsteps brought him to where she was.
Frightened by the sound of his footsteps, the woman jolted and immediately looked up, shrinking back into the corner.
The light illuminated her face, revealing eyes filled with fear and panic, like a deer in headlights, disoriented and staggering. Her eyes were red and streaked with tears.
But after a few forceful beats of her heart, she calmed down.
It was him.
The man who had just intervened on her behalf in the private room.
