Wu Zuchang quickly shook his head.
But when he looked at Shen Ningning, he grinned foolishly again.
"You do!" he said. "A little girl with big eyes, you smell nice, and you're fair and soft."
Shen Ningning's eyelashes fluttered. "Then... was she really lost?"
Wu Zuchang froze, glancing from side to side. "Lost...?"
Suddenly, he seemed to recall a painful and terrifying memory.
"She's lost! The little girl is lost! So much blood, so much blood!" Wu Zuchang suddenly flew into a frenzy, clutching his head and screaming.
Shen Ningning rushed to hold him back to keep him from hurting himself.
"Brother Zuchang, don't be afraid! I'm here!"
Wu Zuchang seemed to snap out of it and hurriedly pulled her into a hug.
"Don't be afraid, little girl. Shh, shh!" His grip was so strong that he squeezed Shen Ningning until she could barely breathe.
Wu Zuchang was trembling in terror, but he still told her, "Brother's here, Brother's here!"
