"It's okay!" Gongxi Yunqi broke free from Nan Fei's hand and gave her a warm smile, speaking indulgently, "Be good and wait for me to come back!"
"Yunqi!" Nan Fei forced her eyes open despite the pain and discomfort, but all she could see was Gongxi Yunqi's warm smile as he glanced back at her. In her haze, she wanted to chase after him, but the little boy who had been following them tightly clung to her waist.
"You can't go. You'll die," the boy shouted anxiously.
"Come back, Yunqi, come back!" Nan Fei cried out in anguish, desperate to grab Gongxi Yunqi's hand, but she could only watch helplessly as he walked toward the sniper's point. Many of the captives seized the opportunity to stir up chaos—some were shouting, others frantically trying to climb over the barbed wire. Among them were those who had been driven mad by torment, charging ahead of Gongxi Yunqi. The disturbance they caused threw the entire prison camp into violent disorder.
