But now, all he could think about was her safety and the fear in her heart.
Gong Heng's steps quickened; he had been searching for nearly half an hour, and it was completely dark now. His heart grew more and more panicked.
"Mianmian..."
"Mianmian..."
"Where are you? Come out!"
"Mianmian."
But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find that little person who haunted his dreams.
While searching, the thorns on the overgrown branches scratched him, leaving wounds all over his body. Because the suit was cumbersome, he simply took it off and threw it away. His white shirt showed trails of rain that had trickled down the leaves and soaked into him.
His handsome face was marked by an unprecedented panic.
Where had his Mianmian gone?
"Sob sob..."
Suddenly, a soft sobbing sound seemed to come from the still forest. He stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes, and carefully used his ears to locate the source of the sound.
