Song Zhuyu felt like he was drunk. Even though he had never consumed enough liquor to the point of inebriation, he was certain that this must be how it felt.
The world swayed and spun before him, and each step he took felt floaty as though his feet were sinking into cotton. His breath felt so hot as if lava was flowing beneath his veins, and every sound that entered his ears was muffled as if separated by a layer of water. It was only that voice… only Rui Ye's voice that managed to pierce the thick haze in his mind and returned a semblance of clarity to his confused self.
Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing?
The answers seemed within reach, yet he simply couldn't grasp them no matter how hard he tried as though they were no more than a fleeting illusion. He had only one thing in his mind— he had to go to Rui Ye. He had to bring Rui Ye out of this place.
"Zhuyu…!"