Rebirth of Sweet Love: Acting like a spoiled child in the arms of the paranoid Master Mu

In the breezy night, under the faint yellow light emitted by the street lamps, Su Yanyan turned to look at Mu Tingchen with a worried and eager expression.

Her voice trembled slightly in the silent night, like a leaf swaying in the cold wind: "They... they kidnapped Xiao Qian."

The moment Mu Tingchen heard the news, like a meteor in the dark night, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He took the envelope calmly, as if holding a heavy responsibility, and carefully examined the photos inside.

Under the flickering light of the street lights, his face instantly became as pale as snow, and his eyes were filled with deep worry, like a sky covered with dark clouds.

He asked in a deep voice, his voice full of firmness and determination, like waves crashing against the rocks: "Why did they kidnap Xiao Qian?"

Su Yanyan shook her head, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, as if she had been cut by a knife: "I don't know, but we must save her."

Mu Tingchen was silent for a moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, like a cheetah making a split-second decision before hunting.

His hand holding the envelope trembled slightly, showing his inner tension and struggle: "I will find her."

Although his voice was low, it was as firm as an oath.

He turned and walked towards the door, his figure looking firm and decisive under the street lights, like an unshakable mountain.

Su Yanyan looked at his back, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief in her heart, like a rice field blown by the wind, swaying gently.

They decided to start with the fake Xiaoyao Miracle Doctor that appeared recently. Although he has left like the wind, Su Yanyan firmly believes that he will come back like the tide.

They began to patrol the streets as complicated as a spider web, looking for traces of the fake miracle doctor.

The streets at night seemed particularly quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds breaking the tranquility.

In the deep darkness of the night, Su Yanyan suddenly stopped, and the expression on her face changed from determination to confusion.

Her pupils dilated slightly, as if trying to catch the faint sound in the distance.

A breeze blew gently, bringing the coolness of the night, but it also seemed to be mixed with some kind of disturbing message.

The faint voice came slowly from a distance, like a ghost whispering in the night, giving off a mysterious and uneasy atmosphere.

Su Yanyan listened carefully, her heartbeat as tight as a piano string, and every beat was full of tension and anticipation.

The voice disappeared and appeared, as if it were a call that people could not ignore.

This familiar and terrifying voice made Su Yanyan feel an inexplicable fear and uneasiness, as if a cold current surged from the bottom of her heart.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and every cell was nervous for the unknown that was about to come.

This fear does not come from the sound itself, but from the powerlessness of being unable to control the unknown.

Mu Tingchen also stopped and turned to look at Su Yanyan. There was a glimmer of confusion in his eyes, as if he was asking why she stopped suddenly.

He was keenly aware of Su Yanyan's abnormal reaction and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

His voice was gentle and firm, like a warm force trying to soothe the fear in Su Yanyan's heart.

Su Yanyan took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner fear.

Her voice was weak and trembling, as if recalling some distant memory: "This is the sound of a wolf howling. I often heard it in my hometown when I was a child."

A bitter smile appeared on her face, as if she was recalling those past days.

Mu Tingchen frowned slightly and looked around. His eyes were sharp and keen, trying to find any possible clues.

However, there was silence all around, except for the occasional sound of insects and wind at night.

He comforted softly: "Don't worry, it's safe here. Let's continue looking for clues."

His voice was full of determination and confidence, as if telling Su Yanyan that they could overcome any difficulties.

Su Yanyan nodded, trying to put her fear behind her.

They continued walking on the silent streets like a pair of brave explorers searching for the light of hope in the endless darkness.

In the silence of the night, Su Yanyan clenched her fists tightly, like a tough mountain, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

The subtle chi chi sound echoed in the silent night, like a sad song in the cold wind, revealing her pain and determination.

This sting seemed to be a vow of awakening, making her eyes more determined, like a mountain peak, withstanding the baptism of wind and rain.

Mu Tingchen stood quietly beside her, his eyes deep and steady, like the stars at night, silently illuminating her path forward.

His eyes were full of trust and encouragement, as if an invisible force gave Su Yanyan courage and confidence.

Their tacit understanding with each other is like the notes on the strings. They resonate harmoniously without the need for words, forming a silent symphony.

The howling of wolves wandered through the night like a ghost, becoming clearer and clearer, as if they were right in my ears.

The sound was like a ghost's murmur, making people shudder.

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen looked at each other, with a trace of doubt and uneasiness flashing in their eyes.

This mysterious wolf howl was like a secret in the dark, making them feel an unknown uneasiness, as if it was an invisible hand tightly grasping their hearts.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across their sight, like a shooting star in the night sky.

They quickly chased after him, but the black shadow disappeared without a trace.

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen stopped and looked at each other with a wry smile. This unknown shadow is like a ghost in the night, making them feel scared and curious.

At this moment, Su Yanyan suddenly heard a voice. The sound seemed to come from underground, low and hoarse, like an old man's cough.

She turned her head in confusion, only to find that the source of the voice was the fake Xiaoyao Miracle Doctor they had been looking for.

Su Yanyan gently pulled Mu Tingchen's sleeve and motioned him to look in that direction. They saw the fake miracle doctor standing under a tree talking to a backpacker.

Their conversation was as faint as a mosquito, making it difficult to hear clearly.

However, it can be seen from the demeanor and tone of their conversation that the fake miracle doctor seems to be conveying some kind of message to the backpackers.

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen looked at each other, a trace of doubt and surprise flashing in their eyes. They knew that this fake miracle doctor must be related to Li Xiaoqian's kidnapping case.

So, they decided to get closer and try to hear their conversation clearly. But their footsteps seemed to be noticed, and the two men suddenly turned around and fled into the darkness at the same time.

Su Yanyan and Mu Tingchen looked at each other and chased after them without hesitation. Their footsteps echoed in the silent night like a passionate war song.

They passed through the woods and crossed the creek but never caught up with the two men.

When they stopped, the surroundings had returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.