Xu Qingyuan snapped out of his trance, his divine soul steadied by the sudden shout. The fervor and excitement in his eyes slowly receded like a retreating tide.
Looking at his hand, still gripping Qu Tianya’s wrist, and then at the bewildered teenager whose face had been paled by his fright, Xu Qingyuan realized just how unseemly his behavior had been.
His seasoned, usually placid face suddenly flushed bright red.
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