Gu Danyu felt in her pocket, and indeed, the white ball was gone.
Just now, Dumpling had taken a bullet for her.
"Dumpling?"
Gu Danyu called out twice more, but there was no response, her heart sank with a thud, and that uneasy feeling grew stronger.
"Are you okay?"
Lu Yancheng noticed something was wrong and immediately came over.
In the dim moonlight, the delicate face of the woman was slightly pale, with what seemed to be a mist in her clear eyes.
Lu Yancheng paused.
It felt as if a needle had pricked his heart, giving rise to a dense and painful tingling.
He wrapped his arms around the woman tightly, his voice soft, "What's wrong? Hmm?"
The man's low, magnetic voice reached her ears, and Gu Danyu bit her lip, "I'm fine."
After a pause, she added, "You guys go first; I've lost something very important here."
She wanted to stay and look for Dumpling.
Lu Yancheng's gaze darkened, and he tightened his grip slightly.
