"Xiaoli, you... what are you going to do?"
"Su Liuying, you're not going to live anyway, so why not let me have my way!"
"No, no, don't let go of my hand!"
"Su Liuying, don't blame me. If you don't die, I have no way to live!"
"No..."
Su Liuying screamed as she fell, but she was enveloped by a mist and couldn't feel any pain.
In the thick fog, she kept shuttling back and forth, wanting to clear the fog, but she found that no matter how she pushed forward, she was soon surrounded by the fog again.
This unfamiliar environment made her restless, the white fog like a maze that she couldn't seem to get out of.
"Liuying, you'll be okay!"
Whose voice was that? Why did it sound so familiar?
A man's figure appeared in the fog, and Su Liuying hurriedly chased after it, asking, "Who are you? Are you talking to me?"
"Liuying! You're fine! That's great!"
The man turned around, saw her, and immediately pulled her into his arms tightly.
"You are... Quan Tianyou?"
