Tang Mo's tone was as patient as if she were coaxing a child. 'Just how much did Qin Ling suffer here?' The thought alone made her heart ache.
'If only I'd gotten here sooner.' As she thought this, tears began to fall from her eyes without her even realizing it.
The tears fell, drop by drop, onto Qin Ling's shoulder, creating a dark, wet patch.
'Why is my shoulder wet? This hallucination is a little too realistic, isn't it?'
Feeling the strange dampness on his shoulder, Qin Ling froze.
He bit his own tongue, hard.
It hurt.
It wasn't a hallucination. This was all real, happening right before his eyes.
"How did you get here? It's dangerous! Why didn't you just stay safely at the base?"
He released Tang Mo, a sudden wave of anger rising within him.
'We're trapped here with no way out alive. How could Momo come here just to die with us? No, absolutely not.'
Qin Ling's tone was frantic, but Tang Mo wasn't the least bit angry.
"Please trust me. I have a way. Just trust me."
