Hu Xiang's doubtful voice and Sima Yang's worried and doubtful call kept coming from behind: "Miss Xuyue...Miss Hueyue...Miss Hueyue..."
I didn't even look back, ignoring the panicked dodges of the people on the street, and ran towards the depths of the alley with all my strength...
The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery around me kept receding. The taste of blood burst into my tightly biting lips, spreading in my mouth...and spreading again...
My ears can't hear anything anymore. Sima Yang's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and gradually, gradually, it is gradually covered by the sound of the wind. However, my heart is getting cleaner and cleaner, and the fog in my heart is wrapped in layers.
, being washed in such a way, it gradually dispersed.
I stopped and was walking unsteadily in an unfamiliar alley. Suddenly, I kicked something, staggered under my feet, swayed heavily, and fell to the ground! [
Struggling to crawl forward, I found something blocking my way. When I looked up, I saw a mottled wall in front of me!
I was stunned, blinking my eyes with wet tears, staring at the wall blocking the path for a long time, and reaching out blankly to touch it.
This wall looks so familiar. Where have you seen it before?
I turned my head and looked around. Suddenly, a stone pier split in two on the opposite side of the wall caught my eye...