And his words, along with his warm body temperature, were transmitted together,
"Pinky swear!"
...
...
"Xiao Huan! Wuwu...wuwu..."
"Boom!!!"
The thunder rolled and rumbled.
"Xiao Huan!"
"Hiss...hiss..."
The rain poured intensely.
"Xiao Huan!"
"Swoosh...swoosh..."
The wind howled fiercely.
Yan Huan blinked drowsily, raising his eyes to look beside him.
He saw An Le biting her lip, her face streaming with tears, as she looked at him, continuously shaking his body,
"Wuwu, Xiao Huan... wake up, wake up... I beg you...wuwuwu..."
Droplets of unclear liquid, whether rain or tears, fell onto Yan Huan's face, seemingly awakening his old and long-forgotten memories.
As they left the barrier, the effect of memory correction emerged again.
All the strange events that occurred in the barrier seemed like fleeting smoke, trying to overflow his mind.
