Chapter 887
It was pitch black as the air got thinner.
"Sam, I... I can't seem to breathe. Are we going to die?"
Lyla leaned weakly into Sam's arms, her tiny body trembling.
She was afraid and wanted to cry, but the thin air made her weak, sleepy, and exhausted. She even lost the strength to cry.
Sam hugged her tightly. "Lyla, you can't sleep. Why don't you tell me a story about you and your mommy? Or why don't you sing to me?'
Sam also became a little afraid as time went on. However, he dared not and could not be afraid for Lyla's sake.
He had to be Lyla's pillar of support.
Lyla was his godmother's only child, and he must protect her.
"Sam, I'm so sleepy..."
Lyla's eyelids felt heavy, and she could not stay awake. She would have fallen asleep if Sam had not flicked her forehead suddenly.
"Ah!" ’Lyla, don't sleep. Godmother will be sad if anything happens to you." "Godmother?"
Lyla woke up from the pain. "Sam, why will your Godmother be sad?" 'Your mommy is my godmother."
Lyla's nose turned sore as she thought of her mommy. Her shoulders shook as she said tearfully, "Sam, I miss Mommy so much. I haven't seen Mommy in a long time.”
Then she suddenly asked in frustration after a long silence, "Sam, will I ever see Mommy again?"
Sam seemed to feel a pinch in his heart. It was a little painful.
He had no idea if they would ever see the light of day.
It was a sealed barrel, and there was so little air that the longer it went, the harder it was to breathe.
However, they probably had no chance to see the sun once they fell asleep.
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