The game ended, and the red handkerchief was still in Lu Ningwen's hand. Lu Ningwen's mind went blank.
Except for Chi Shuyan, everyone looked at each other and heaved sighs of relief. Du Zhong stared at the red handkerchief in Lu Ningwen's hand and heaved a sigh of relief. That had been close – this handkerchief might have fallen into his hands.
Fortunately, his luck was better than Lu Ningwen's.
Du Zhong was glad, and his face flushed red with excitement.
The others were happy and relieved, but some couldn't be happy, like Qi Hao, Fang Yu and Lu Wenjing, who were on good terms with Lu Ningwen. Lu Wenjing wanted to say something to Lu Ningwen, but didn't know what.
As for Fang Yu, he couldn't believe that Lu Ningwen would be so unlucky. He stared at the red handkerchief in Lu Ningwen's hand, and his left eyelid twitched. His eyes turned red and he almost cried.
