Chen Ziqian and Yang Xiaobei, just like that, stood tens of meters apart, quietly locking eyes, neither willing to relent nor withdraw first. From Yang Xiaobei's gaze, he could see the deep-seated hostility towards him. Perhaps a man's senses are more acute; thus, the moment Yang Xiaobei saw Chen Ziqian looking at Shanshan, he knew of his deep feelings for her.
Time seemed to stand still.
The chaos of battle raged in their eyes.
At that moment, a ringtone from an incoming call broke through the stillness on Chen Ziqian's phone, to which he paid no attention, still not blinking.
Then, the ringtone stopped, rang again, stopped once more, and started again—the caller on the other end waiting anxiously, yet Chen Ziqian remained cool-headed throughout.
