The feeling of helplessness came rushing toward Song Yi like a strong wind from the desert, carrying gritty sands that blurred her vision.
Emotions densely settled on the tip of Song Yi's heart.
Her soft body leaned close to Tang Si, and her small hand gently grasped his hand: "Tang Si, it's mealtime, let's go eat, I'm hungry."
Even in her helplessness, she somehow had a knack for influencing Tang Si's emotions.
Her thin back was very straight, a testament to her current tension and uncertainty.
The dim corridor did not receive sunlight, making Song Yi appear even more fragile.
The man originally silent suddenly pulled the woman before him into his embrace—
His abrupt action left Song Yi a bit surprised.
All she could hear was the sound of the man's steady breathing beside her ear.
It seemed like nothing was wrong.
Before Song Yi could speak, Tang Si gently rubbed her head: "Thank you for being here."
