Jing Yan fled into the depths of the forest, fear rising from the bottom of his heart.
If he were to be killed here, would his soul die with him and never return to his body?
The light in Jing Yan's eyes dimmed bit by bit. His head felt heavy, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. No matter how hard Jing Yan struggled to stay awake, in this endless night, his sleepiness still prevailed.
I musn't sleep...
However, his consciousness was gradually losing control. He needed to go to the hospital, but this body could not go that far. No one would be willing to save a dog that was covered in wounds and was obviously dying.
"Onion?"
Jing Yan suddenly opened his eyes and pricked up his ears, wondering if he was hallucinating.
"Onion, are you here?"
The clear and gentle voice was right in front of him. Jing Yan had never felt so happy when someone came to find him.
"Woof!"
