He held onto Lingyi's hand and said:
"No matter what we face... I will protect you."
It was like a ray of sunset rain shining into a pitch-black chasm, Yuanwu's shy confession, lacking impact and not very romantic.
But after hearing it, Lingyi still nodded with tear-filled eyes.
In the hospital, Qiao Shanshan and Song Que didn't speak a word. Song Que was still unconscious, while Qiao Shanshan buried her head in Song Que's chest, listening to his heartbeat, calmly waiting for the dense fog to invade.
The dense fog encroached, and gradually, the sound of voices began to fade away.
The world became increasingly silent.
Li Xiaoyu looked at the sky and softly said:
"No matter where I go, I will, I will never forget you!"
...
...
Ruins.
Deep in the icebound.
Tang Xian had a dream.
In the dream, some harsh sounds could always be heard, they were rustling and indistinct in content.
But they kept buzzing in his ears endlessly.
