Fine beads of sweat broke out on Wang Zhaojun's forehead. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of a trace of color, and cold sweat streamed incessantly down her cheeks. Every step Li Bai took seemed to tread upon her heart, making her breathing rapid and heavy.
She retreated step after step, her footing unsteady and stumbling. Having lost her balance, she swayed and could no longer stand firm. The terror in her heart pressed down upon her like a massive mountain, suffocating her, and she collapsed ungracefully to the ground.
Seeing him draw closer and closer, even though she had fallen, she frantically scrambled backward. The hem of Li Bai's robe appeared before her eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She looked up at him, not daring to make the slightest movement.
Chapter 54