"Lan'er! Where on earth are you?!"
After Xu Ruolan pushed open the door, she saw Ning Fan rolling on the ground, clasping his head with both hands, his eyes bloodshot, his whole demeanor as wild as a beast, looking particularly frightening.
"Lan'er! Lan'er! Lan'er!"
Ning Fan cried out in agony, and Xu Ruolan, without hesitating, ran up to him and held him tightly in her arms.
"Ning Fan!"
Xu Ruolan called out Ning Fan's name, hoping her voice could calm him down.
However, at this moment, Ning Fan had almost lost his sanity. He struggled in Xu Ruolan's soft arms, still shouting loudly.
Xu Ruolan, heartbroken, watched the suffering Ning Fan; she disregarded his struggles, holding him tightly in her embrace.
Having lost those fragments of memory, the irrational Ning Fan at this time did not care who was holding him, his body still resisting and struggling.
"Ah!"