The helicopter was fast. Yan Huan struggled up and kept running. Then she fell. Pangs of pain came from her legs.
She wanted to stand, but the pain forbade her. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Just as the helicopter was about to crash into her, a powerful hand pulled her to the side, dragging her out of harm's way. The grass and leaves rustled from the wind generated by the rotors.
Busy-body, thought Su Muran. This is a scenic place, if you want to die like star-crossed lovers, I'll make your wish come true. Enjoy your eternal slumber in this beautiful place.
The helicopter swooped down at them once more.
"Run!" yelled Song Xihua, grabbing Yan Huan's hand and pulling her forward. However, the helicopter kept chasing them like a meat-mincer. This wasn't a game. This was murder.
"Go, leave me. She wants me."
