His expression suddenly stiffened, and his heart skipped a beat.
It was only half a second, or perhaps two; the moment of drowning was brief—so brief that Wen Shiqing didn't have time to notice his composure falter.
Yet, for him, it felt like a prolonged drowning, long enough to send his heartbeat into a frantic, irregular rhythm that left his chest pounding even after he pulled himself together.
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