The familiar scent wafts into Huang Qiuyan's nose. It smells like peaches rich with juice. A line of drool forms from the corner of her mouth. Her feet move in the direction of the scent without a second thought.
[Dear Host, this scent must belong to Fu Mian.]
The system's voice awakes her. "Fu Mian."
[Dear Host, it's dangerous to go near her if she's bleeding. If a drop of blood -]
Huang Qiuyan is already running in that direction, ignoring System's annoying utterances. Whooshing through the corridors, she reaches the lab where Fu Mian is being held. She can hear Fu Mian's pitiful cries. When she reaches, she sees a woman holding Fu Mian by her shoulder and an old man in a white coat trying to inject a needle from Fu Mian's left arm/
