He was like Joseph, but it was also not like him.
Her Joseph was already angry, was no longer paying attention to her.
"Please." Her feeble legs shuddered, and her eyes were wet again, "Take me to him."
A deep voice sounded in her ear, "Who are you looking for?"
"Joseph. I'm looking for Joseph." At the end of the day, she almost cried loudly.
A sigh swept across her face, heavy and helpless.
She felt his strong arm hugging her more tightly, and his voice seemed to calm her down again. "I'm sorry, I'm late."
The next second, she just felt a rotation, and her body was suddenly light. Not knowing how long it had been, she noticed there was a cool wind blowing, and she sighed comfortably, wanting to open her eyes. Her surroundings were quiet, but she could vaguely hear a flash of thunder.
She whispered something unintelligible.
Her lips were warm as if something had been gently pressed down on them.
