Leng Hao wanted to comfort her. But before he had even touched her head, the girl screamed. She raised her head and looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Don't touch me!"
Leng Hao's hand froze in mid-air when he heard that. He looked at the girl's beautiful pupils. Now, her eyes were filled with disgust and fear. She looked at him as if she was looking at a bloodthirsty devil.
The gentleness in Leng Hao's eyes instantly disappeared, and then it was replaced with coldness. He stood up and said, "Let's go."
He began walking forward.
Ye Xiaotao looked up. He picked up the torch and walked away. Blood dripped from his arms to the ground, and Ye Xiaotao could hear the splash sound.
His back was still handsome and tall, but the surrounding darkness engulfed him from all directions. Ye Xiaotao felt that his back looked bleak and lonely.
