Cheng Erhua stood there, beads of sweat the size of peas rolling down his forehead. His hands twisted the hem of his shirt incessantly, and his lips fumbled, the key words circling on the tip of his tongue but refusing to come out.
His gaze swept over everyone’s faces in a panic before quickly shifting away. His feet seemed nailed to the floor, and his body trembled slightly.
The eyes of everyone in the room were locked onto him, as if drawn by an invisible thread, filled with curiosity as they awaited what he had to say. Time seemed to freeze; every passing second stretched into an eternity. The others felt their hearts held high by his stammering, anxious right along with him. Someone even clenched their fists unconsciously and leaned forward, as if they could help him force the words out.
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