In the jungle, a figure swiftly darted through.
"Mike, please don't let anything happen to you." Qima's face was filled with anxiety.
Just moments ago, she suddenly had a nightmare.
She dreamt that Mike was right in front of her, but when she tried to grab him, his figure became elusive, impossible to catch.
She desperately wanted to chase after him, but Mike just smiled at her before turning away.
She woke up crying, only to discover that Mike had disappeared.
Upon learning that Mike had gone to intercept the enemy by himself to cover them, Qima was nearly driven mad with worry.
She seized the moment when no one was paying attention, and escaped to look for Mike.
Mike, where are you?
Mike, you bastard, liar, come out now.
At that moment, her gaze suddenly froze, for not far away, she saw a figure lying on the ground.
"Mike!" Qima quickly ran over.
Her body landed, and as she looked at the figure concealed by withered leaves, she couldn't help but cover her mouth.
