It was Shang Ying.
Despite the hat and mask he wore, those eyes—she would never forget them even in her dreams.
And she couldn't forget.
Li Mingxi instinctively stepped back, her legs so weak she could hardly stand.
Her head buzzed, and her breathing grew more and more rapid.
Shang Ying must have realized she had spotted him. Instead of hiding, he stared directly at her.
And despite the distance between them, Li Mingxi could feel the obsession and madness in his eyes.
She felt as if someone were choking her, slowly suffocating.
Her vision began to flicker between light and dark as those images once again swept over her, like a demon devouring hearts, nibbling away at her sanity bit by bit.
"Ah—" Li Mingxi couldn't contain a scream.
But it was as if the sound were stuck in her throat; despite her hysteria, she couldn't make a sound.
Her body uncontrollably stumbled backward.