Gu Ziheng shook his head and mustered up the courage to walk towards the door.
Outside, the darkness had thickened into an impenetrable blackness, as if a pool of ink that couldn't be dispersed. Despite the mere door separating the room, it felt like two separate worlds divided by a line drawn by the boundary of the alcoholic beverage.
Half darkness, half light.
As Gu Ziheng approached the door, he lifted his leg, only to be forcefully pushed back by an invisible barrier.
Startled, he reached out and groped in the air, finding nothing.
It was as if his being pushed back was just a figment of his imagination.
About to retract his hand, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the darkness, tightly gripping his wrist.
A chilling sensation, unlike anything human, instantly spread through his captured wrist.
Gu Ziheng's heart sank, and he tried to pull his hand back forcefully, but the slender fingers clung onto him like iron tongs.
