As the fog closed in, the once-clear pathway was instantly swallowed up, reduced to a vast, blinding expanse of white.
Lu Yao reached out, her fingertips brushing against an endless emptiness. It felt soft yet terrifying, making her heart skip a beat.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Ma Lin's voice carried a trace of subtle tenderness as his large hand tightly gripped Lu Yao's. She felt the roughness and warmth of his palm, and that warmth spread up her arm, bringing her a measure of comfort and a sense of security.
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