The instant we plunged into the light curtain, I felt every cell in my body screaming. It was as if we had been crammed into a narrow tunnel surrounded by distorted, colorful rays of light where time and space lost all meaning. Shen Yu’s hand was clenched tightly around mine, the only reality between us.
How much time passed—a second, perhaps a year—before we crashed heavily onto a patch of grass. Dizziness washed over me, my stomach churning violently, and I dropped to the ground, dry-heaving for a long time before I could pull myself together.
"Huan... Huanxi?" Shen Yu’s voice trembled slightly.
Chapter 87