But the intuition nurtured from years of licking blood off a blade made him keenly aware of something amiss.
The feeling was as if a beast had silently intruded upon his safety zone.
Shen Wei struggled to open his heavy eyelids.
In the blurry vision, a pair of dark-colored sneakers abruptly appeared before his eyes.
His gaze moved up from the boots, fixing on that face mostly hidden in the shadow of a hood.
Even though the lighting was dim, those eyes were exceptionally bright, like stars.
Shen Wei's heart skipped a beat. He widened his eyes again, staring intently.
No mistake, definitely no mistake!
It was the familiar young man, Fang Cheng!
An incredible gleam shot out from Shen Wei's cloudy old eyes, and his lips quivered as he was about to cry out unconsciously.
"Shh..."
Fang Cheng raised his index finger and lightly pressed it against his lips, making a gesture for silence.
