Darkness, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, devoured everything around it.
The cold, clear moonlight sprinkled between the deep and icy deserted streets. The hard road beneath his feet stretched into the unknown, the indistinguishable path ahead hidden in the darkness, as if a lurking wild animal emitted a dangerous aura.
Silence, danger.
Gradually, a dark figure appeared from afar, slowly emerging from the deep black with a faint white halo around it.
"Brother Shen Han, put me down. Otherwise, you won't be able to escape, they'll catch up soon," said a young girl's voice.
The man carrying the girl became gradually more visible.
Shen Han's stern brows and eyes were dark at that moment. Hearing the girl's words, he stopped, lifted her a bit higher on his back, and his strong arms securely steadied her body against his. His clothes, though dirty, were not disheveled.
"Qinghuan, don't talk, conserve your energy, we'll be safe after a little more walking," he said.