Yan Yu tangled with her on the bed and saw the bloodshot in her eyes fading; he let out a silent sigh of relief, thinking to himself that Zhou Hongyu was quick-tempered and easily exploded, so sure enough, reverse psychology worked wonders on her.
But little did he expect that Zhou Hongyu was not foolish and seeing Yan Yu hadn't returned her passionate blows, she immediately guessed that he was trying to remind her to break free from the Devil's voice, deliberately striking out to enrage her... and instantly, her anger extinguished.
As her anger subsided, sorrow returned. Despite her efforts to stabilize her mental state, she couldn't stop her grandmother's cries for help from piercing into her head, and waves of sadness surged in her chest, unable to be suppressed.
"Run!" Zhou Hongyu attempted to pull him up, panting as she said, "I can't hold on, run!"
"Run my ass! There must be an ambush outside!" Yan Yu grabbed her shoulder, shaking her, "Snap out of it!"