Su Yao cuddled tightly next to Gu Yichen, surrounded by unknown darkness and danger, and the silence was so eerie. Every slight sound, whether it was the sound of water dripping from a distant pipe or the rustling of mice in the corner, seemed to contain a deadly threat, making her scalp tingle. Her heartbeat was like a rapid drumbeat, hitting her chest hard again and again, and fear surged in her heart like a raging tide, almost drowning her completely. Her hands unconsciously grasped the corners of Gu Yichen's clothes, and her fingertips turned white from the exertion, as if it was her only support in this chaotic world. Once she let go, she would be swallowed by the darkness.
