The dark jungle was even more sinister and terrifying than during the day.

I could only rely on the light from the distant lighthouse and run forward regardless of everything.

The Middle Eastern man chased after me relentlessly. I ran out of breath, tripped by the vines at my feet, and fell forward.

Intense pain shot through my elbows as I looked back at him. The Middle Eastern man was holding a Swiss army knife and slowly walking toward me.

"Keep running. Let's see how far you can run. You killed my partner, and you still want to live?"

"You can kill me if you want, but can you make it quick? That way, the body will still be warm, and you can do whatever you want."

The Middle Eastern man laughed heartily, looking up. "You do know what I like. I promise you that I'll make it quick for you."

Of course, I knew what a psychopath would like.

I quietly grasped a handful of mud in my hand. I didn't know if it would work, but... at this moment, I could only trust myself, right?

The Middle Eastern man approached me, and just as I was about to throw the mud in my hand at him, I heard the sound of arrows flying by.

The next moment, an arrow struck the Middle Eastern man right between the eyebrows.

He opened his mouth, saying, "A woman's words... can't be trusted even half a sentence."

Then he fell heavily to the ground.

My heart tightened, and I quickly stood up and turned around. "Who's there!"

A tall figure walked out from behind the tree. The light from the lighthouse fell on his face, and the bloodthirsty intent in his eyes dissipated in an instant.

Chi Yan seemed relieved. He threw the bow and arrows to the ground and reached out to me. "Luckily, I made it in time this time."

"Chi Yan!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I ran towards him, opening my arms to embrace him.

My tears kept flowing, and his tea-colored eyes, just like mine, shimmered with moisture.

For a brief moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity between us, as if we had known each other for a very long time.