Mu Yuze did not even know where he was going. Fresh air welcomed his lungs as soon as he burst out through the door, and he instinctively chose a direction with fewer people. The street lights flickered above him, casting a shadow to his swaying figure. Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, he braced his hand against a street post and threw up on the curb.
"Mu Yuze!"
He could faintly hear Zhong Yun's voice calling out to him, followed by quick approaching footsteps. "Oh shit," Zhong Yun cursed quietly upon seeing the state he was in, then he went forward to pat Mu Yuze's back. "Are you okay? Did you eat something wrong?"
Mu Yuze did not feel better after emptying his stomach. Instead, the pain in his body intensified, and it hurt so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. The night breeze blew by, chilling his skin and sending shivers down his spine. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and resolutely tried not to show any weakness.
