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In front of the ancient temple, the tranquility of the night was shattered by a tense atmosphere. Li Minghan lay on the stone ground, his body twitching occasionally, his face contorted in pain. His eyes were tightly closed, his lips trembling slightly, as if silently moaning. The moonlight illuminated his pale face, accentuating his suffering. His breath was like a broken bellows, irregular and seemingly exhausting every ounce of his strength with each inhale.
Lin Yating and Yang Dawei stood by his side, their expressions a mix of worry and helplessness. Tears glistened in Lin Yating's eyes as her trembling hand reached towards Li Minghan, only to hesitantly stop mid-air. Her lips moved gently, as if silently praying. Yang Dawei clenched his fists, biting his lip, his expression seemingly in a struggle with inner fear. His gaze swept the surroundings, as if searching for a glimmer of hope for rescue.
Director Chen walked into the front yard, his steps steady but urgent. His gaze quickly shifted back and forth between Li Minghan and two anxious young men. He gently touched his forehead, his eyes flashing with deep and complex light. Through Yang Dawei's surface, Director Chen's gaze penetrated into his innermost being, as if trying to decipher the secrets hidden within Yang Dawei.
Suddenly, Director Chen's gaze locked in place as he sensed a new and powerful force within Yang Dawei. This force was completely different from before, carrying a mysterious and unknown aura. He felt a wave of inexplicable excitement and curiosity, realizing that this newly discovered power might be the key to combating the threat of the Shadow Realm. A sense of curiosity surged within him. The emergence of this new power would undoubtedly bring new variables to the confrontation with the Shadow Realm. At this critical moment, what impact would this force within Yang Dawei have? This became a new puzzle in Director Chen's mind.
Director Chen's voice seemed particularly abrupt in the silence of the ancient temple courtyard. He stared directly at Yang Dawei with a hint of urgency in his tone, shouting, "Hey! You, the chubby one, get up!" His words carried an unquestionable authority.
Upon hearing the director's words, Yang Dawei appeared somewhat bewildered. He wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, his gaze filled with uncertainty and astonishment. Slowly, he pointed to his own chest with trembling voice, "Me, me?" A glimmer of hope shone in his eyes, as if seeking confirmation.
Director obviously felt a little impatient with Yang Dawei's hesitation, he frowned and his tone became more severe: "Then who else here is fat? Hurry up! Don't waste time, come over here!" The urgency in the director's words seemed to indicate that Yang Dawei was very important to him.
Upon hearing the director's urging again, Yang Dawei seemed to finally realize that the director was serious. He slowly stood up, his expression changing from surprise to determination. His movements seemed a bit clumsy, but under the director's gaze, he finally walked towards the director. In his heart, there was both the fear of being misjudged and the expectation of being recognized by the director. He was not sure where the director's interest in him came from. At this moment, a barely noticeable determination flashed in Yang Dawei's eyes, as if he was ready to face the upcoming challenge.
Yang Dawei stood in front of Director Chen, his figure appearing somewhat clumsy, with a hint of unease and embarrassment in his eyes. His gaze shifted back and forth between the director's face and the ground, seemingly searching for an appropriate way to face this authoritative figure.
Director Chen, on the other hand, scrutinized Yang Dawei with an extremely serious gaze. His eyes were like sharp searchlights, sweeping from Yang Dawei's head to his toes, as if examining a precious yet incomprehensible exhibit. Yang Dawei felt the weight of the director's gaze, and under this solemn scrutiny, he had a sense of being thoroughly seen through, as if all his secrets were laid bare.
Just as Yang Dawei was becoming increasingly nervous, the director suddenly reached out and firmly placed his hands on Yang Dawei's shoulders. The director's palms were heavy and powerful, his fingers tightly gripping Yang Dawei's shoulders, conveying an indescribable sense of urgency. Yang Dawei could feel the warmth and strength of the director's palms, causing him to involuntarily stiffen his body and quicken his heartbeat.
At this moment, Yang Dawei was filled with confusion and anticipation. He didn't know what the director's sudden gesture meant, but he could sense that this moment might become a crucial turning point in his destiny.
The director tightly grasped Yang Dawei's shoulders, and a subtle warmth seemed to emanate from his palms. This warmth was not just physical temperature, but rather an embodiment of some hidden power, carrying an intangible vibration. Yang Dawei felt this warmth slowly spreading on his shoulders, then rapidly surging through his entire body at an astonishing speed.
Yang Dawei's face twisted slightly with discomfort as he felt this heat rushing through his body like a torrent, seemingly touching every cell in his body and even penetrating deep into his soul. This sensation was both novel and unbearable, causing Yang Dawei to feel a panic of being consumed by this force.
His breathing became rapid and deep, his eyes slightly widened, as if searching for a clue to explain this phenomenon. Yang Dawei's body began to tremble slightly, and a feeling of something inside him wanting to forcefully erupt became increasingly intense.
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