My wrist was held by Xuan Tianhan again. The temperature of his palm was so hot that I heard his voice trembling with excitement. He said, Weier, you are Weier.
The red seemed to appear in front of my eyes again, and the red of flames was everywhere. The panicked crowd and the tearing screams were all frozen at this moment, and all that was left in the eyes were those clear eyes.
"Catch me." The voice seemed weak and hollow.
"Tianhan, I can't catch you."
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