Slender fingertips touched the cold mirror surface. Qin Yiren estimated that she was very close to the figure and stopped in fright.
According to the rhythm of the horror game, it was wise to brush past the thing with the lights off, but actually doing so was truly nerve-wracking.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Bo Jinghang drew her into his embrace, his tall figure standing between her and that thing.
Thump, thump, thump...
In the darkness, her heartbeat grew intense, and Qin Yiren nestled in front of the man, the recent tension completely vanished, feeling an unprecedented sense of safety.
Indeed.
As long as Bo Jinghang was by her side, it didn't matter if this was just an elaborate setup in a haunted house; even if it appeared in a bizarre world, she had the confidence to keep searching for the exit!
Carefully guarding the woman in his arms, Bo Jinghang guided her through the glass-filled corridor, inevitably brushing past that thing.
