Amelia didn't even know what had happened, just that she was let go and immediately started running.
Behind her were sounds of fighting, muffled grunts, and half-muted screams.
She didn't care, she just kept running.
But after only a few steps, she was wrapped around her waist and caught again.
Instinctively, she struggled again.
"Amelia, it's me."
Amelia stopped, then looked up at the person beside her: "Elder Brother."
William Lane got a scratch on his neck from her nails: "It's me."
Amelia immediately grabbed his arm, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably: "I, I, my legs are weak."
William looked at her swollen half of her face and disheveled hair. He held her waist tightly, making her lean into his embrace, stroking her head and said, "It's fine now, don't be afraid."
Amelia leaned in his embrace for a while before suddenly looking up at the not-far-away scene.
The fighting sounds had stopped.
