His limbs went stiff.
He couldn't move.
It was a dream.
After ning Qing clearly realized this, cold fear slid across her back like a poisonous snake.
It was so cold that it pierced her heart.
The air was filled with gray smoke and a faint smell of blood.
His surroundings were still blurry, and he could only see a rough outline.
A few meters ahead, there was a car.
To be more precise, it was a car with a broken front and white smoke.
This is Yingluo.
Ning Qing wanted to get closer, but she couldn't move her legs.
Looking out of the window, there was no one in the car seat that was supposed to be occupied.
"Leave him,"
The sudden female voice in her ear made ning Qing shiver in fear.
"Who are you? come out!" She asked.
The original voice of the woman could not be heard. It was like a tape being pulled, ear-piercing and unpleasant.
"Ning Qing, don't be with him. You'll regret it."
Ning Qing struggled, but she still could not move.
