No way. Is Long Yuan, Jihun? Ryan's clutched over Hu Zhi Ming's arm tightened. He had a war within his mind, redundant messy thoughts overflowed like a broken dam, and he started to doubt his instinct.
Impossible. Such a thing is frightening!
Hold on. Calm down. You needed to calm down first.
He might be imagining it. Ryan tried to appease himself. All of this is an illusion. And a bad one at that.
But, how could he accept that hoax when his subconscious reaction had told him otherwise. No matter how he tries to deny it, he cannot lie to himself.
It was similar.
It was the same feeling he got every time he and Jihun had their moment of encounter. There's no mistake about it.
What kind of feeling does he get from this man? The answer is simple.
It was the dreadful sensation he frequently felt when he went to stop Jihun's madness. It was so similar that he felt goosebumps all over his body.