"Lin Kuang, you bastard, where are you?! Where did you go?! Come out!" Yang Ruoxi screamed, her pretty face deathly pale. Her beautiful eyes were filled with worry as tears streamed endlessly down her cheeks.
She looked utterly helpless and panicked, her heart aching as if she had lost something precious. It felt like her very heart was bleeding. "Lin Kuang, please come out! Please, just come out!" she cried, staring into the empty woods before collapsing to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her cries echoed through the silent forest, a sound so forlorn it seemed to come from a lost soul, wrenching the heart of anyone who might hear it. She was like a helpless little girl, hugging her knees and weeping as her tears soaked the fabric over them.
"COUGH, COUGH… Ruoxi, I'm not dead yet."
Lin Kuang's weak voice sounded from the darkness as he emerged, covered in blood. His face was ashen; he was clearly seriously injured.
