tw: murder, eye trauma, all having happened in the past
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The scene dissolves around the woman, making Yao Shen momentarily dizzy with vertigo.
He's on the verge of losing his footing when Xin Hulei's hand shots out and holds on to his arm, pulling him into his chest.
"Endure it, it will be over soon."
Those words, whispered over the top of Yao Shen's head, along with the sudden proximity raise gooseflesh along his arms, making him shiver involuntarily.
He closes his hand into a fist, and slams it softly into Xin Hulei's chest.
"Idiot," he mumbles through gritted teeth.
Xin Hulei doesn't know why he's being insulted but seeing Yao Shen's reddened earlobes he finds that he doesn't much mind.
When the scene reapers around them, all the good humor vanishes.
They reenter the hotel room just as the ghost woman does, a plastic bag filled with drinks clinking loudly where it hangs from her arm when she pushes the door open.