My world seemed to collapse at that moment, despair and fear washing over me like a tidal wave. Linger, Xuanfeng, and those captured comrades—their voices and faces flashed one by one through my mind.
"No! There's still a chance, there must still be a chance!" I gripped Qu Chen's hand tightly, my nails almost sinking into his flesh.
Qu Chen said nothing, only gripping my hand back. His palm was warm and dry, giving me a trace of strength.
Chapter 27