"Mianmian!" Huo ting shouted, his two hands waving wildly, as if he was trying to grab something.
But he couldn't grasp anything. Fear and helplessness crept into his heart.
He told himself that this wasn't right!
Such a thing would never happen!
This must be an illusion!
It was an illusion!
It was definitely an illusion!
Huo ting's mind was in a mess. He only remembered the dazzling red and the terrifying white around him.
The two extreme colors seemed to be driving him crazy. One red and one white, they turned into a circle, spinning and twisting in front of him.
He felt that the world in front of him was only left with that circle, and his mind was also revolving and spinning.
"Mianmian," He just muttered with the longing in the deepest part of his heart.
Su Mianmian was sleeping in a daze when she suddenly heard someone call her. She turned her head and saw the slightly terrifying expression on Huo ting's face.
"Uncle?"
