The young boy wiped his tears, his eyes still red-rimmed. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with a sob. "My name is Noah."
His voice trembled slightly in the cold, damp basement, yet it carried a longing for warmth.
"My name is Su Yaoyao," she replied gently, the corners of her lips turning up slightly in an attempt to offer him some comfort.
Her eyes were full of concern. In this cold, oppressive basement, their meeting seemed to bring a flicker of unusual warmth.
However, this warmth was as fragile as a soap bubble, gone in an instant.
A set of heavy, oppressive footsteps approached, each thud feeling like it was stomping on their hearts.
Mingye's tall, stern figure appeared before the birdcage. A frigid aura radiated from him, seeming to drop the temperature in the already cold basement by several degrees.
