The car sped all the way here, reducing what should have been a five-hour drive to just three hours.
At four in the morning during the harsh winter, the sky was still pitch black. In his urgency, he rushed into the forest without any light for guidance.
The temperature in the forest was unbearably cold, and the chill was heavy, with the wind biting painfully at his face.
Looking around, there was nothing but darkness.
Dressed all in black, he was completely swallowed by it.
The dew was heavy, and within just a few dozen meters into the forest, he was soaked through. The beads of dew hanging from his hair glinted faintly in the dark.
"Xiaoguai?!"
"Xiaoguai?!"
He shouted her name frantically and helplessly in the darkness.
It was so dark here; there were trees everywhere, and he couldn't find the exact spot where Wen Xiao'ai had fallen, even though she had later brought him here once.
