The thought popped into Wan'er's mind, and she was immediately startled. The bed would turn into a coffin? How could that be...?

No, I need to calm down. Yes, it's not a coffin; it looks like a pit, a pit with no extra space, where even turning around is a luxury...

A pair of arms embraced her...

"Who are you? Get away!" Her throat was a little dry, and Wan'er's voice wasn't very loud, but when she heard her own voice, she was startled. What she heard was clearly the voice of a young girl.

How could this be? Wan'er was shocked. She tried to raise her arm and push the other person away to see what was going on, but her elbow was bent and she couldn't use any strength at all.

The other person's arm was wrapped tightly around me. Carefully assessing their position, I realized they seemed to be intentionally shielding me against their chest…

As her breathing quickened, the air began to thin. Wan'er struggled to move her feet, only to find a hard stone pressing against one of her feet, causing her ankle to ache.

"Waaah!" Struggling to no avail, her nose stung, and Wan'er couldn't help but sob softly.

"Mommy, I want my mommy." Wan'er never expected that this would be the sentence she cried out.

Crying like a child, is this still me? For a moment, Wan'er felt a little embarrassed.

However, at that shout, the arm that was originally wrapped around his shoulder moved slightly, and then he felt it moving closer to his body, as if trying to make room for Wan'er.

"Ouch!" Wan'er cried out softly as her arm was touched and she couldn't move.

"Sister Wan'er, are you alright?" The other person had regained consciousness, and although their voice was a little weak, it was still easy to tell that it was a boy whose voice had just gone through puberty.

Wan'er was even more surprised. Wasn't he with Hua Motian? How could it be a boy? Who was the boy? How could he be trapped in the same pit as her...?

"Sister Wan'er, don't be afraid, Brother Mo Tian will protect you." Mo Tian? Did I hear that right? He calls himself Mo Tian, ​​but Hua Mo Tian, ​​how did he become a boy? When did he ever call himself Sister Wan'er...?

Could it be someone else? Or just someone with the same name? But upon closer reflection, although the other person's voice was young, one could vaguely discern that their words contained characteristics of Hua Motian's speech.

"Are you Hua Motian?" Wan'er asked in return.

"Sister Wan'er, what's wrong with you..." Wan'er's stiff question surprised Mo Tian. Had she been scared out of her wits? Even her tone had become so cold.

However, her voice sounded strong, so she should be fine.

"I... I was just asking." Wan'er suddenly felt that her question was a little awkward; it didn't sound like a little girl's tone at all.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll save you." The boy's voice trembled uncontrollably, and his body was enduring discomfort and pain. Wan'er could clearly feel that he was gritting his teeth and using his strength, and a faint spiritual light emanated from his palm...

At the same time, Wan'er had to admit that Mo Tian's words made her feel at ease and warm.

But what exactly happened? Wan'er frowned, her mind searching for information deep within. A fragment of memory popped into her head...

"Brother Motian, look! My protective jade is glowing!" A little girl, about five or six years old, with long hair and dressed in a white dress, ran along a mountain path. She casually took off the jade from her neck, and it lit up with tiny sparkles. She held it high in her palm...

But at this moment...