The echoes of the scream reverberated through the surroundings, growing in intensity until they seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the area.
Xiao Yue, her unease escalating, shut her eyes tightly. Suddenly, the sound pierced through her like a physical blow, causing a sharp ache to radiate from her heart.
Her instincts as a mother kicked in, and she snapped her eyes open. Her gaze froze for a heartbeat as she registered the absence of her daughter's figure.
A cold pang of fear settled in, causing her complexion to drain of color, leaving her alarmingly pale.
"Xiao Fang!" The desperate cry tore from Xiao Yue's lips, her voice carrying the weight of her fear and concern.
Despite the injuries marring her body, she swayed determinedly from side to side, discarding her pain and willing herself upright.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!