As the cold light flashed, Ye Xi closed her eyes while simultaneously falling to the ground, a sharp pain shooting up her wrist.
Around her, the shouts of security guards and teachers filled the air.
The intense pain she had anticipated from every part of her body did not come, except for the burning agony at her wrist.
When she opened her eyes again, Ye Xi realized that the madman had already been subdued by the crowd.
At the same time, Song Musen had come to her side, squatted down, and held her in his arms.
In his embrace, an experience which she might have longed for in the past, now felt so foreign it was as if she had never known it.
Dumbfounded, Ye Xi lifted her head from his chest and looked at him.
The howls of the crazed man, the wailing of police and ambulance sirens, and the murmuring of onlookers who had gathered around, all mixed together, making Ye Xi feel as if she were in another world.
Moments later, something sticky and warm slid over her hand.
