"Gu... Gu Yu, what's wrong with you!?" Tang Yuran panicked as she saw Gu Yu collapsing to the ground, and she hurriedly rushed to his side.
Gu Yu's handsome face was now deathly pale, without a trace of color, and his eyes were tightly shut. His thin lips even appeared slightly purplish.
"What's going on, what happened??" The people around, who were initially spectating the subdued drunkard, quickly turned around at the sound of Tang Yuran's scream and gathered around her and Gu Yu.
"Oh dear, this young man has no color in his face at all??"
"Miss, what's wrong with him?"
"Quick, check if this young man is still breathing!"
"Could this young man have suddenly died? I've seen several similar cases reported in the news recently."
There was a constant murmur of such idle chatter from the people nearby.
Tang Yuran, from the initial panic, forced herself to calm down in an instant.
