"I'm back."
Chen Mo stepped over the pipe across the doorway and crouched beside Pamela again.
She looked up, and those white eyes were already close to her.
Chen Mo bent aside the half-broken bracket trapped beneath the cultivation tank. Peter adjusted his hold along with him, and the pain that had kept dragging down her back finally eased a little.
"The car's downstairs. The back seat's all cleared out." Chen Mo brushed the glass embedded in her sleeve away. "Let's stay somewhere else first, okay?"
Pamela nodded, pressing a little harder on Peter's shoulder.
She wanted to go down.
There was wind outside, and a river. The window they had pulled open earlier faced the riverbank, and she could see the distant lights reflected on the water.
Once she left this place, maybe she would feel a little better.
Peter lifted the cultivation tank higher. Chen Mo felt along its underside and finally found the last place where it was stuck.
"Here. A little higher. Yes, just like that."
The metal came loose. The tank shifted half an inch to the side, stripping a small patch of bark from a slender branch caught along its edge. Green sap seeped out.
Pamela's smile suddenly froze, and she screamed.
"Don't touch it!"
Peter stopped and immediately looked down at her.
"Did that hurt you? Where?"
She stared at the wound, her brows drawing tighter and tighter. Even the hand resting on Peter's shoulder pulled away.
Why did they have to hurt it?
It had already stopped, but they still wanted to pull it apart and move it. Did they have to do this before they were satisfied?
So annoying.
Why were all these people so annoying?
"Pamela?"
Chen Mo's voice made her flinch.
The girl looked up at him, then at