Someone whose figure was slender and cold stood at the door and looked in my direction.
The moment our eyes met, I held my breath and felt frozen. I had no idea what to do.
People were laughing and talking, yet at this moment, the entire private room fell silent. Dozens of gazes fell on me and Shane.
The air was filled with a trace of indescribable embarrassment.
When I started dating Shane, I told everyone in a high-profile way, and practically everyone in school knew that I successfully became the girlfriend of Shane, the Prince Charming.
And they also knew that we didn't part on good terms.
Craig, who was a little tipsy, was the first to react. He stepped forward and greeted Shane, breaking the silence.
Shane chatted with him for a few seconds, then said hi to the others and went straight to me.
We hadn't seen each other for five years, and his youthfulness had been replaced by maturity. His face, which was flawless to begin with, had become imposing as time passed by.
He stared at me without blinking, his eyes deep, and walked towards me.
I almost thought that he was gonna hit me. I sat on the sofa and tightened my grip on the corner of my clothes.
Craig almost couldn't stand it anymore. He tried to stop the fight, saying, "Calm down, Shane..."
Shane walked toward me step by step, and he was getting closer and closer...
There was a shadow over my head. Then he stopped when he was right next to me.
The sofa next to me sank. He sat next to me with the distance of a fist and didn't look at me again.
"Don't mind me. Continue."
As if he had finally noticed the atmosphere around him, he half-opened his eyes and said indifferently.
"OK! Let's continue. Enjoy my singing!"
Craig was quick to smooth things over, and the private room once more became lively.
Except for the corner where Shane and I were.
After saying that, Shane did not speak again. He sat in situ silently, but no one could ignore his existence.
After an unknown period of time, I felt bored as I had no one to talk to, and my throat was a little dry. I went to fetch some water.
That was what had happened just now.
The more I drank, the thirstier I felt. It was not until I felt a burning pain in my throat that I realized that I had taken the wrong glass.
I choked and coughed a few times. I took a glass of water from someone and poured it into my mouth.
The ice-cold water ran down my throat, and I finally felt comfortable.