The hall remained bustling, but Cui Rong felt a chill on her back, an ominous premonition creeping in.
Her body tensed, involuntarily shrinking back.
Yet, despite the grip Cui Yun held on her hand being apparently gentle, she couldn't wrench it free.
Fear finally emerged on little dumpling's cherubically chubby face. Panicking, she turned to Xuan Chen: "Cousin! Save me."
No one saved her.
Xuan Chen was powerless to assist.
At that cry, the hall fell completely silent. All eyes turned their way.
Cui Yun still bore his usual composed expression as he brought the reluctant and ostensibly aggrieved Cui Rong before Shen Hua.
Shen Hua was taken aback, her expression one of slight surprise.
Seeing Cui Yun again, there was a sense of stark disbelief as if from another lifetime. Perhaps becoming Xue Tuan's mother, the suffocating feeling induced by her drunkenness that day had long since faded.
