Miao Dong couldn't care less who this person was. As if she was clutching at the last life-saving straw, she stood up with all her might and held the door. "It's me! I'm Miao Dong. Let me out quickly!"
"Alright, don't be afraid." That person's voice was as gentle as the moon. In the dark night, it turned into a beam of white moonlight that enveloped Miao Dong, dispelling the endless darkness for her.
"Zhou Feng?" Miao Dong finally recognized the voice.
Unlike before, there wasn't coldness in his voice but suppressed anxiety, as well as gentleness that he seemed to try his best to restrain. "It's me."
When the door opened, he stood against the light, isolating the light from the darkness. He reached out a hand of hope to her. The sense of salvation in that moment moved Miao Dong.
