The little brown mouse darted desperately through the bustling crowd, trying to reach his teammate, his one and only hope to escape from this hellish situation. But alas, the clamor of the royal procession's music was too loud, and the cheers too rowdy, easily drowning the mouse's frantic cries. Even though the distance between them was less than ten meters, it felt more like an insurmountable gulf for Gu Luoxin's current form.
Disregarding everything, Gu Luoxin urged his small limbs to move faster, his gaze locked onto Shen Nianzu's distant figure with a single-minded determination.
Unknowingly, tears fell freely from his eyes, leaving a faint watery trail in his wake.
"Ciit—!" Xiao Shen, please… please notice me!
