Meng Xinian had never seen her so uneasy and vigilant before.
Even though she was sleeping beside him, even though she was sleeping in the space, she still remained alert, not relaxing at all.
"Did I scare you last night?" Meng Xinian gently pulled her out of his embrace, reached out to touch her face, "How did you find me? Did you run into those people?"
In fact, last night at the final moment, he also felt like he was just grasping at the last thread of survival.
But when he grabbed the bartender's ankle and heard the sound of those people rushing in, he already knew, it was over, there was no last chance of survival.
Hiding there was not safe at all.
He would be found at any moment.
But at that time his consciousness was already blurred, his eyes couldn't open, the sounds around him were quickly fading away, and trying to run any further was completely impossible.
He originally thought he had already fallen into the hands of those people.
