Just by sensing more than a man's presence in the room, Lai Jiayi's face rapidly turned grave. Her palm was instantly cold, and the girl subconsciously shivered.
Her heart pounded fast.
Darkness started to devour her mind, and her past trauma slowly merged, bringing pieces of nightmarish memories.
"...hhh...hah…" Lai Jiayi bit her lips feeling her chest tightened.
'Sh*t I was so often around Zhao Yang and didn't have any panic attack. So, I didn't think I would still get a panic attack at this time!'
Lai Jiayi shut her eyes tight.
Her breath was suddenly stolen, and the oxygen around seemed so scarce that she couldn't breathe properly.
Buzzing noises kept lingering in her ears. The voice of the men around became louder than ever.
"Here, her bag, check it."
"Roger."
A rustling noise sounded right 5 meters away from Lai Jiayi's place.
