Chaotic lights and shouting voices, the crowd growing larger and larger, she cried out and leaned entirely on those arms for support.
Her faltering steps steadied, and before she could even thank him, those hands calmly secured her own and lifted Su Ziceng off her feet.
Then everything went dark before her eyes. Su Ziceng felt her nose pressed against the chest of this kindly stranger, her view completely blocked.
"Thank you, ah, please let me go," Su Ziceng was frantic, unsure if the "Japanese" man who held her in his embrace could understand her. She felt her waist tightly encircled, her entire body pressing against the man's, as a suffocating heat overcame her.
The stage performance was coming to an end, and Jim, who had not seen Su Ziceng, had to lead Melin in accepting the audience's praise.
"Please let me go," Su Ziceng gasped for breath, while the man's hands stayed provocatively on her.
