As Yating took the beer from Ma Dong, his hand trembled. The club, the crowd, the people, the music - everything had turned eerily silent as he stepped back to those high school times.
'Yating, save me! Please hold my hand! I-I am going to fall!'
Ma Dong had pleaded from the third floor's window as he had looked at Yating with desperation and horror, who held his arm and tried to pull him up.
But Yating couldn't save him. The hand slipped and so did Ma Dong, who crashed on the ground.
*CRASH*
The sound of glass breaking sharply tore through the air, snapping Yating's daze. He looked down and saw the glass shattered into pieces. The beer spilled on the floor. He stared at the cracked glass, its image overlapping with Ma Dong who had fell on the ground just like the glass.
"Oh God Yating, are you okay?"
