Xiao Xiao slowly raised her head, feeling completely powerless and dizzy, her vision blurred so much that she couldn't see the face in front of her. She only felt that the presence beside her was very familiar, giving her a sense of peace.
Lin Junyang looked at Xiao Xiao's pale little face and her unfocused pupils, and a foreboding feeling surged in his heart.
As he turned around holding Xiao Xiao, his foot kicked an empty syringe.
Lin Junyang's eyes were blood-red, staring hard at that syringe, the veins on his forehead pulsing, as he tightened his arms forcefully, as if trying to merge the person in his arms into his very bones.
"Damn it," finally, his suppressed anger erupted in a low growl.
Ding Liang, just entering the room, saw Lin Junyang holding the girl with rage; they had been comrades for five years, and in his memory, he had never seen Lin Junyang lose his composure like this.
