Chapter 67. Next to You

The street fogs up. Loose carbon dioxide was blown by the wind and enveloped the rioters.

REDCA, Stafs and Azeeva. The people collided with each other, staggering aimlessly while

Pressing their chests. Overwhelmed by the air they breathed, they pushed their chests.

Azeeva coughed, but she tried to gather her strength. At first, she covered her nose with her elbow. She lay down and inhaled little by little. Minimizing the gas hurt her lungs. Azeeva’s eyelids stung, mixed with sleepiness. The girl repeatedly jerked her eyebrows to stay awake. No matter how much strength was put into her knees—to push her body up—she always rubbed against the asphalt again.

Not for long, because Azeeva felt her world spinning… and warm. Justin pressed Azeeva’s face into his broad chest. He runs, carrying her bridal style. A look of seriousness and anxiety that he tried to cover up to focus on his goal. He was keeping Azeeva from suffering.

Amid her limp body, accompanied b