Miles Wallace still hadn't come to his senses from the crisis, he felt his arm being pulled, almost dragging him forward.
He belatedly realized that he was out of danger... out of danger...
Miles looked to the side and saw only the wildly flying black hair and Maya Monroe's calm and exquisite eyebrows.
It was Maya who saved him.
Maya was frantically running forward. Noticing the look from Miles, she angrily exclaimed, "Why are you looking at me? Look at the road! Run faster!!"
As she spoke, Maya gave Miles a hard push to propel him forward.
Was the kid scared stiff? Who would zone out when escaping, if he didn't react, the venomous snake would have swallowed him whole long ago.
The warmth on his arm disappeared, as if the dependence on safety behind him vanished with it.
Miles slightly lowered his eyes, glanced at Maya, and then suddenly ran forward fast.
He studied dance, and being in his youth, he could run very fast, like an agile and swift leopard.
