Back at the final platform, tension crackled in the air like static before a storm. Su Wanyan stood blindfolded, every sense heightened by the Perfect Foundation Potion. The faint but unmistakable aroma of white roses drifted toward her—soft, elegant, and deceptively pure.
Shit, I don't want to get associated with this guy! Su Wanyan thought, a cold sweat breaking across her back. She took a careful step backward, then another, creating distance while maintaining silence as per the rules.
The live barrage mirrored her anxiety in real time:
[Back up, bitch. BACK UP!]
[I can't do this today, man. This is not funny. I got school!]
[Clutching my pearls so hard rn.]
[I'm scared!]
[Choose one—back up or I'm gonna beat your ass up. Choose one!]
[I'm a big Lin Xuanyu fan, but don't you dare get close to Su Wanyan, Yuyu! Don't you dare!]
