Her voice was obviously trembling. Song Tingfan instinctively tightened his grip, wanting to retreat, but quickly restrained himself. Then he bent down and picked her up. "Close your eyes."
Without him saying it, Lin Qiao also wanted to close her eyes. The visual impact was too overwhelming. As she closed her eyes, steady footsteps continued to reach her ears. Soon, a strong light shone on her face. She leaned slightly towards his chest, and the faint smell of blood wafted into her nose.
The scene from just a moment ago replayed in her mind, a wave of nausea rising from within. She couldn't help but open her eyes. "Put me down, I feel like vomiting."
Once he put her down, she quickly ran to the side of the road and started retching. Although nothing came up, it was still uncomfortable.
She thought having nightmares was enough to scare her, but compared to what she saw with her own eyes, it was like comparing a minor evil to a major one.
