Sheng Yiyang didn't even glance at the woman, pulling a tense Shen Mo straight into his arms. Feeling the young man tremble, he rasped, "Momo, it's okay. I'm here. I'm right here."
Cold sweat beaded on Sheng Yiyang's forehead. He had run for so long—from the moment he heard the chaotic shouting, he had sprinted, pushing himself with every ounce of strength.
Each time Shen Mo yelled "Get out!", panic had instantly seized his heart. He was terrified; he was terrified that his Momo would turn into the person he saw in his nightmares.
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