"…"
For a moment, silence enveloped the surroundings, as if all sound had been swept away by the crowd.
Pei Mengzhi's words came to an abrupt halt.
His ears buzzed, unable to immediately register what Yu Yao had just called out.
He could only watch as the man he'd labeled 'disabled' drew closer and closer, until he was right in front of them.
The man was unexpectedly young.
His eyes were aloof, and his features handsome.
The surrounding lights bathed his face in a luminescent white, softening the intimidating aura about him, yet traces of a fierce and formidable spirit were still visible.
Pei Mengzhi couldn't help but shiver.
Yu Yao's steps came to a complete halt, and the last shred of relief in his heart vanished without a trace.
Pressing his lips together to hide the shock in his eyes, he called out again, "Uncle Nine."
The wheelchair finally deigned to stop.
