In this red world, Serina seemed to be able to smell the rich bloody smell, as well as the burning smell that filled the air.
When she was in despair, Serina felt a hand gently placed on her shoulder. "Serina?"
Who was calling her?
Serina was so painful and confused that she could no longer look at her surroundings normally. But the warm and clear voice made her feel very familiar.
That should be the person she trusted the most or even someone she relied on more than her brother.
No.
That was not just reliance. It should be dependence and trust from the difficulties that they once met.
Was it Ainsley? Serina thought.
She looked over in confusion. She suddenly saw a real person in the bright red world. She was not red, but a normal person.
"Ainsley..." Serina muttered to herself.