Without you, I can't live.

As Feng Li rose from his seat, a mixture of anger and urgency pushing him towards the projector, the crowded room proved to be an unexpected obstacle. The sea of onlookers pressed tightly around him, their collective shock and whispers intensifying the already charged atmosphere.

Struggling to maintain his composure, Feng Li navigated through the tightly packed space. His eyes fixed on the projector, determined to halt the revealing videos. However, the density of the crowd worked against him. In the chaos, someone inadvertently jostled him, causing him to lose his balance.

With an ungraceful stumble, Feng Li nearly fell to the ground. Instinctively, he reached out for support, and in his moment of vulnerability, he collided with the leg of another person. The unexpected collision added to the tumult of the room, drawing the attention of those nearby.

The person whose leg he had collided with shot a sharp glance in Feng Li's direction, momentarily diverting their focus from the unfolding revelations on the screen. It was a brief moment of chaos as the professor grappled with the physical and metaphorical turbulence surrounding him. The incident served as an unplanned disruption, creating a temporary spectacle within the larger drama unfolding in the hall.

As Feng Li regained his balance, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration crossed his face. The unexpected encounter with a fellow spectator served as a stark reminder that, in this moment of exposure, he was not in control. The atmosphere in the room hung heavy with tension, and the collision became a metaphorical stumble in Feng Li's attempt to regain his footing amidst the storm of revelations.

As Feng Li struggled to regain his balance from the initial stumble, a sudden recognition sliced through the chaos of the room. Someone in the crowd recognized him, their eyes widening in shock, and they hurried towards him. In the urgency of the moment, Feng Li attempted to move away, but the throng of people intensified, leading to another unfortunate misstep.

With a resounding crash, he collided with a set of glass equipment used for dance rehearsals. The fragile apparatus shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor like a constellation of danger. The sharp sound of breaking glass reverberated through the hall, seizing everyone's attention. The chaotic scene came to a sudden halt as all eyes fixated on Feng Li, sprawled amidst the shards of shattered glass.

The recognition rippled through the crowd, and a hushed murmur spread like wildfire. A collective gasp echoed through the room, drawing more eyes towards the fallen professor. Feng Li, now on the floor amidst the broken glass, felt a surge of humiliation. The once-respected figure now lay exposed and vulnerable, his facade shattered just like the glass that surrounded him.

In the midst of the shards, a sinister thought crossed Feng Li's mind. The revelation had pushed him to the brink, and desperation clouded his judgment. A dangerous resolve set in as he spotted a glass shard amidst the wreckage. With a chilling determination, he grasped the sharp object and, fueled by a dark impulse, rushed towards Shen Yu, who had unwittingly become the focal point of his rage.

The room, now silenced by the shattered glass and the shocking turn of events, watched in horror as Feng Li, consumed by anger and a twisted sense of self-preservation, took menacing strides toward Shen Yu, the glint of the glass shard reflecting the desperation in his eyes. The once-respected professor had become a volatile threat in the face of his unraveling world.

In the tense and chaotic moment, Feng Li lunged at Shen Yu with the glass shard, aiming for her stomach with a malicious intent. However, in a stroke of luck, Mo Jun, a vigilant onlooker, reacted swiftly. He rushed towards Shen Yu and intercepted the attack just in the nick of time.

Mo Jun's quick reflexes spared Shen Yu from the intended harm, but the glass shard found another victim. As he shielded her from the assault, Shen Yu's wrist bore the brunt of the attack. The sharp glass piece sliced through her skin, causing a deep and immediate gash. A crimson stream flowed forth, staining the floor beneath like a macabre river.

For a moment, Mo Jun believed he had successfully protected Shen Yu from the impending danger. However, the shock struck him when he saw the pool of blood spreading beneath them. His eyes widened as he realized the severity of the situation. Panic and concern etched across his face, Mo Jun gently cradled Shen Yu in his arms, his gaze shifting between her face and the bleeding wrist.

The room, which had fallen silent at the sight of Feng Li's violent outburst, erupted into a cacophony of gasps and horrified whispers. The unexpected turn of events had escalated the situation from a revelation to a life-threatening crisis. Mo Jun, now caught in the tumult of the aftermath, focused on the bleeding wrist of Shen Yu, desperately searching for a way to staunch the flow of blood and ensure her safety amidst the chaos that unfolded.

Mo Jun's typically cold and stoic expression shattered in an instant as a tear rushed down his cheek. The panic in his eyes reflected the terror of losing someone dear, and the sudden turn of events had thrown him into a maelstrom of emotions. Shen Yu had lost consciousness in his arms, and Mo Jun felt as if a shining star, the ray of hope in his life, had suddenly disappeared.

The weight of despair settled over him as he cradled Shen Yu, her unconscious form a stark reminder of the fragility of life. In a rare display of vulnerability, Mo Jun's heartache was evident, and the sense of helplessness washed over him.

In a desperate attempt to control the bleeding from Shen Yu's wrist, Mo Jun frantically searched his pockets and found a handkerchief. He gently placed it in Shen Yu's hand, hoping to slow down the flow of blood. His usually steady hands trembled with a mixture of fear and anger as he tried to cope with the gravity of the situation.

Amidst the chaos, Mo Jun turned to Akash, his trusted companion. Panic laced his voice as he urgently instructed, "Call the ambulance, now!" Akash, quick to respond, had already dialed for help upon witnessing the distressing scene.

Mo Jun's enraged voice cut through the turmoil as he directed Akash to take immediate action. "Take him to our place," he ordered, his tone carrying an ominous edge. The intensity of Mo Jun's words hinted at a grim fate awaiting Feng Li. Even Akash, who was already on the line with the ambulance, could sense the gravity of the situation. The atmosphere thickened with the anticipation of consequences, and the air was charged with the possibility that, come tomorrow, Feng Li might cease to exist in their world.

Amid the chaotic aftermath in the auditorium, Mo Jun, carrying the unconscious Shen Yu in his arms, moved towards the waiting car. As if on cue, a vehicle pulled up in front of them, driven by Debby. Without exchanging words, Mo Jun gently placed Shen Yu in the car, and Wei Wei and Kriti quickly joined him.

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy with worry and grief. Wei Wei, tears streaming down her face, couldn't contain her emotions for her friend Shen Yu. Meanwhile, Mo Jun, typically composed and cold, found himself in a rare moment of vulnerability. He called out to Shen Yu repeatedly, his voice a desperate plea for her to wake up.

"Shen Yu, wake up. Yu Yu, please. Without you, I can't live. You promised to be with me for the rest of our lives. What about our promise? In the whole world, you're the only one by my side. Please, Shen Yu, wake up," he implored, his usual steely demeanor giving way to a genuine and heartfelt concern.