——If you dare admit your true identity, I'll make sure Shen You'an never sees tomorrow's sun!
The light reflected from the phone screen shone into the boy's suddenly contracted pupils, throwing his fear into sharp relief.
The other party had clearly grabbed him by his weak spot and was threatening him with it.
And it had to be said, this threat worked very well.
Rong Xianning jerked his head up, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the onlookers; that person might be hiding somewhere in the crowd, like a coiled viper ready to strike at any moment.
The crystal chandelier refracted a dazzling, blazing light over faces each bearing a different expression. In an instant, his world seemed to plunge into chaos; a wave of dizziness crashed over him and he could barely stand.
A firm hand steadied his back. Rong Xianning lifted his eyes in a panic and met the girl's gentle gaze head‑on—like a ray of sunlight falling on him amid deep winter's heavy snow, addictive and endlessly warm.
