Huo Jingting seemed not to be around, and she was all alone, a fear that made her tremble involuntarily.
Gu Nanqiao's voice trembled, and the scene just now weighed heavily on her heart, always afraid to think too much, "Huo Jingting, Huo Jingting—"
Even if he just responded with a single word, she wanted to hear his voice now more than ever.
But no matter how many times she called, all she received was silence.
The surroundings were pitch dark, with occasional rustling sounds; Gu Nanqiao didn't dare to move around and had to temporarily stay put.
In a haze, it seemed something was slowly approaching.
When it touched her shoulder, Gu Nanqiao instinctively pushed it away, then heard a suppressed moan of pain, "Hmm..."
Though the voice was greatly subdued, she could still discern whose voice it was.
The heavy stone in her heart suddenly fell, and she felt much relieved, "Huo Jingting."
While speaking, she tentatively reached out, just brushing against his injured arm.
