"There's something wrong, definitely something wrong."
Lying in bed, Wu Hao tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about Xiao Hui's situation. She couldn't have disappeared without a trace.
Besides, it's the apocalypse now, where could a woman with an injured leg go?
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed off, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
With his eyes closed, he drifted into a hazy sleep, but with so much on his mind, his nerves were taut; the slightest sound jolted him awake. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if struck by a thought, and sat up, ears pricked. There was movement outside.
Wu Hao left the wooden door ajar, and in the darkness, it seemed like shadows were moving, and he could hear whimpers.
"What are they doing?"
Wu Hao was puzzled, and he tiptoed out, following behind. He was sure there were people in the darkness but couldn't determine the situation yet.
After trailing for a moment.
