The Choice

Lin Muwan froze for a moment, then, under Jiang Cheng's anxious gaze, quickly shook her head.

The footsteps behind them were already close, perhaps only twenty meters away. From their strange rhythm, Lin Muwan knew it had to be something terrifying.

In a chase like this, there was no way to escape while carrying someone on his back.

She didn't want to drag down the man who had sincerely helped her.

Her brother had told her not to be a burden to others.

She struggled to tear out the page she had already written on, then quickly scribbled three words on the next one: Hurry and go!

But before she could raise the notebook to show Jiang Cheng, a force suddenly swept her up and dropped her onto someone's back.

Terror suddenly filled Lin Muwan's eyes. At this rate, neither of them would get away.

The footsteps behind them drew closer. She could almost imagine a twisted, terrifying figure bursting out of the fog if she turned around. Unable to stop herself, she struggled, trying to make Jiang Cheng put her down.

"Don't move!" Jiang Cheng carried Lin Muwan on his back and began to run faster. "I'll get you out of here!"

"No one has to die. We're both going to survive!" Jiang Cheng's voice echoed beside Lin Muwan's ear. Her fingers tightened around the notebook.

Jiang Cheng wasn't bluffing. He was fast, and within thirty seconds, he had left their pursuer far behind.

He was sweating, and fine strands of hair clung to his forehead, making him look a little disheveled.

As he gradually slowed down, Jiang Cheng listened carefully.

He could feel that the body on his back was stiff. He guessed Lin Muwan's upper body was tensed, not pressed against him at all, as though she