Why Are You Helping Me?

Ming Sihan made an ancient and mysterious gesture with both hands. He closed his eyes and mumbled something.

A circular compass blossomed under his feet.

Mo Ruyue watched silently from the side, feeling increasingly nervous.

Then, a spatial rift appeared in the rectangular frame.

A strong impact came from the crack, and Mo Ruyue subconsciously blocked it with her hand.

Ming Sihan raised his head and looked at the crack. Then, he held Mo Ruyue's hand.

"Ruyue, are you ready? We're leaving."

Ming Sihan stared at Mo Ruyue with a serious expression.

Mo Ruyue could feel that his hands were exerting a lot of strength, as if he was afraid of letting go.

"I'm ready." Mo Ruyue nodded hurriedly.

"Hold my hand tightly. Don't let go."

"Alright…"

Mo Ruyue looked at Ming Sihan, and Ming Sihan looked back at her.

They only had each other in their eyes.

The fusion of the body and the soul.