After returning from Huaxin Group, I had been somewhat out of it.
I walked on the streets alone for a long time.
Like a wandering soul without thoughts, I drifted aimlessly through the streets, my mind in turmoil and my thoughts utterly blank.
Gu Yuanzhou's deep and terrifying voice kept echoing in my ears.
The feeling was very uncomfortable.
I don't know how much time had passed when someone grabbed my hand.
Only then did I realize that it had gotten dark.
The bustling city had gradually quieted down.
The streets were nearly deserted, and a light rain had started falling at some point, soaking me through.
"Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you?"
The person holding me was Shen Yishu.
He had just finished socializing and was on his way home when he saw me, so he brought me back to Westmont Road.
After entering the door, he looked at my distracted expression and got a dry towel from the bathroom for me,
"Xiaoyun, you're so pale. Are you sick?"
"Uh!"
