Shen Li felt as if she was in a swampy forest, gloomy and foggy, with no clear path ahead. The ground beneath her feet was a muddy, slippery mess, and it seemed that with every step she took, she would sink further down.
"Huo Siyu, Huo Siyu..."
She called out desperately, unable to see ahead nor receive any response, and Shen Li felt an extreme fear in her heart.
Gradually, a figure appeared in the dense fog, vague and indistinct, with only their silhouette visible.
Shen Li was overjoyed, disregarding the mud beneath her feet; she ran while calling out loudly, "Huo Siyu..."
Finally, she slowly drew closer, and the fog seemed to dissipate gradually as well.
A cold and beautiful face with dark eyes, seemingly tinged with a faint sadness.
Could it be Shen Yu?
Shen Li paused slightly but did not slow down, continuing to call out, "Shen Yu, Shen Yu..."
Shen Yu just stood there silently, looking at her with a sad expression on his face.