It was so quiet that one could almost hear breathing.
Moh Li felt that Bai Zhi's breath was somewhat heavy.
He quickly reached out his hand and found the wheelchair immediately. Then he touched her hand, grasping it, and at that moment, his heart was unprecedentedly assured.
I'm here, so don't be afraid.
Indeed, Bai Zhi's breathing became heavy, a feeling of darkness with no hint of light.
Fear washed over her, pulling her into a memory.
She was locked up in a particularly dark little room.
With broken limbs, she couldn't crawl out, merely surviving in agony.
It seemed like every day was mental torture, but she didn't know.
She didn't know anything.
She needed to escape, she had to get out.
But how? She couldn't move, couldn't even stand — was she doomed to be here her entire life?
Just when she couldn't escape, dominated by fear,
Her hand was seized.
Who was it?
Bai Zhi suddenly came to.
It was Moh Li.
