He Xing's gaze flickered erratically, all the more apparent in the dimly lit bar. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his glass, knuckles protruding with tension.
Although he knew he wasn't the target, Ji Liangchuan across from him still felt like he was being stalked by a monster while walking alone at night.
Feeling uncomfortable, he coughed, "Don't worry, Xia Guoxiong can't cover the sky with one hand. I'm one of the judges too, I'll help... help Fu Han."
He Xing's expression softened slightly. Another brandy downed, the scent of alcohol became even thicker in the air. He slightly lifted his head to look at the faint light above.
The lamp was so close, yet its light didn't dazzle. Instead, it gave off a warm feeling.
Just like her, shining from an appropriate distance. When she was by your side, you never noticed the light, but once she was gone, you'd realize that everything around you was pitch-black.
