Song Yaoyao felt as if she had returned to that sealed space, and even her breathing was starting to become stifled.
Huff, huff...
The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the leaves rustled in the wind. In the mountains, it whistled like a ghost wailing.
Her small face was pale, and her lips parted slightly.
She was clearly in good health, but the area around her heart was still extremely uncomfortable. It was as if an invisible hand was tightly clutching her neck, making it difficult for Song Yaoyao to breathe.
"Yaoyao!"
"Yaoyao, where are you?"
"Song Yaoyao!"
These voices seemed to come from another dimension.
Song Yaoyao instinctively shrank even tighter, her body trembling violently.
Don't respond. Don't respond.
Her brother had said that she had to hide well. No matter who called her, she shouldn't respond.
