Hug Her

On the empty ground, the raging fire illuminated the anxious figure. William's steps were somewhat weak. "Valentina!" "Valentina!" He shouted with a hoarse voice, breathing erratically, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest. Looking at the dark and quiet surroundings, he felt a sense of dizziness, his brain nerves tensing up. Always calm and composed, he was now mentally disordered. A small stone was thrown out from the darkness, hitting the ground near his foot, and also striking his taut nerves. He looked down at his feet, stunned for a moment. Then he turned around, looked in the direction where the stone came from, and immediately ran. Across a small creek about twenty meters away, Valentina was squatting by the stream, her body petite and dressed in black. In the darkness, she seemed even more delicate and almost impossible to detect. As William's pupils trembled, he had already rushed over. The creek was filled with small stones. He almost couldn't stop his fee