Li Yelai lifted the doll horizontally and walked towards the biomass blood river.
The doll was really light, her body soft as if boneless.
Li Yelai's palms dared not exert too much force, fearing that he might leave scars on the frail girl's body.
And the doll instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart by her ears, as if it were a pleasant musical movement. She could feel his warm breath, his strong arms, and his cautious protection.
This caused a slight flush to appear on her originally pale face.
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She swept her gaze over Li Yelai's body, and seeing that his stride was steady and his arms strong, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't know if it was because of a nightmare.
She had once seen Li Yelai covered in wounds, with twisted and broken limbs.
Now it seemed, Li Yelai was safe. That was good.
The doll thought, however...
