Just as she turned sideways to squeeze through, a sharp metallic hook tore into her jacket with a loud "rip," leaving a long, jagged gash. The sound of the fabric tearing was jarringly loud in the silence, like a heavy hammer striking their frayed nerves.
Wang Luoran’s heart tightened, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand. She instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, her teeth chattering, and cast a panicked glance left and right. For that moment, time seemed to freeze; she could clearly hear the thunderous pounding of her own heart. Liang Song and He Chenguang froze instantly as well. Several pairs of eyes stared in the direction of the noise, no one daring to even breathe. The air felt as though it had been sucked dry, leaving only tension and terror to spread through the space.
Fortunately, the enemies above seemed to be distracted by the brick He Chenguang had thrown earlier and had not noticed the commotion here. Wang Luoran let out a small sigh of relief, her taut nerves loosening slightly, but as she looked at her torn jacket, a wave of distress washed over her. The jacket was something she cherished, a garment filled with memories, now ruined in this flight for survival. But she could only hold back the tears welling in her eyes and continue to follow the others.
Chapter 375