Wanqing shook her head, forcefully suppressing the pain in her chest, saying, "I'm fine, you go ahead." Then she picked up the champagne next to her and took a few big gulps.
The birthday song began to play, signalling it was time to cut the cake. She stumbled to her feet, trying to get closer to the crowd, so as not to arouse suspicion due to her peculiar state. Suddenly, someone covered her mouth from behind. She opened her eyes wide in alarm, struggling to break free of the grip.
"It's me..." A low voice echoed in her ear. It felt like a devil's summoning.
Wanqing loosened her grip and collapsed weakly.
Mu Tianying lifted her horizontally and swiftly brought her behind a cluster of flowers, before rushing into the villa. Inside, the villa lights were bright, no one was around. It was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of a clock on the wall.
