Devan panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand. He looked around, his heart could not rest, he could clearly hear his heart beating incessantly. He gritted his teeth and punched a nearby tree with his fist. God, where is she? What if there is an accident?

Just thinking about it made him...

He silently reassured himself that she was fine, but some gut feeling told him he needed to hurry, or he wouldn't make it in time.

He stepped on the grass at his feet, his hair was still wet with sweat but he didn't care, is the girl he loves okay? He ran straight ahead with all his might, determined not to miss a second. Every second and every minute was her life, he wasn't sure if she was in danger or, as Syrena said, she was just lost.

He can't. His heart could not rest, even if she got lost or returned with a scratch on her skin, he probably wouldn't be able to bear it. Even if it was only a small wound, he felt like his heart was bleeding in pain.

Sabrina is only eighteen years old. Eighteen years old, although she is an adult, but he still sees her as the little girl he met and fell in love with. He didn't want anything to happen to her, maybe she didn't know, but he promised himself that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

He is willing to use his life to protect her, giving up anything just to want her to be safe. He continued to run forward. Despite the sweat dripping from his wet brown hair and tired legs, he continued to run, his heart racing.

He scared. Very scared. He secretly prayed that the girl he loved would be safe.