Suddenly, Dan Hanjie's hand tightened at his side.
In an instant, he felt a chill in the palm of his hand, as if something was slipping away from his grasp, and he couldn't hold on to it.
Panicking, he quickly stepped forward, took Qin Youxuan's small hand, and pulled her to his side.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Youxuan was just about to open the side door and go in when he stopped her.
"Let's go." Dan Hanjie's thin lips barely moved, pausing after each word.
His grip on Qin Youxuan's hand tightened.
"What?"
Qin Youxuan stood stunned, then suddenly reached up to touch his forehead.
She couldn't understand why, after finally getting in, and not seeing anything yet, they had to leave.
"Let's leave here first, don't watch anymore."
Dan Hanjie grabbed the hand she put on his forehead, his voice filled with undisguised tension.
It was then that Qin Youxuan noticed his unusual behavior, and narrowed her eyes in puzzlement, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
