"Could it be that you have mistaken the person?"
Xia Chuchen suddenly said, looking at the sun hanging over the water in the distance.
"I really don't know the person in the photo."
"It doesn't matter if you know him or not."
Mr. H smiled courteously, unfazed, "Is it possible that he knows you?"
"My family is ordinary, there's no way I could know such an important figure."
The wind blew over the water, gentle, yet it suddenly made Xia Chuchen feel paralyzed, and then an unbearable pain sprouted from his whole body, as if ants were madly biting every cell, an unprecedented sensation contorted his expression, and he nearly collapsed from his already weak strength.
Fortunately, Mr. H's arm was strong and held him steadily.
Even without crashing to the ground, no one could alleviate the pain in his body.
Involuntarily, Xia Chuchen curled up, feeling cold then hot, like experiencing both ice and fire.
