Heavy footsteps, breathing rapid.
Guided by the scorching hand, seemingly unable to restrain its own strength, yet trembling in the struggle for reason, they walked for an unknowable time until a glimmer of light emerged from the chaotic darkness ahead.
They were returning to the front hall.
Though not yet close, the bustling noise surged urgently toward them, like air needed by the just-asphyxiated, Shang Ruyi drew a deep breath, finally regaining her senses.
As if returning from the Demon Realm and Hell back to the human world.
It was then she clearly felt her hand being gripped ever tighter, almost to the trembling of her finger bones, biting her lower lip in pain, she turned to look beside her, and Yu Wenye's gloomy face was finally illuminated by the faint light ahead.
Those eyes, still dark, even carrying a hint of violence.
"Feng Chen..."
