Xu Shuhan slowly moved to the side, with another fork in the road right behind her.
While retreating, she freed one hand, waving gently to Ling Mo and the others.
"Goodbye." Saying this, she lifted the corners of her mouth, displaying a slight smile.
However, the smile seemed both bittersweet and a bit helpless.
Even on the path of survival, every person's direction is always different.
And for Xu Shuhan, she was no longer able to continue down the road she once followed.
"Ling," Xia Na turned her head to look at Ling Mo, confusedly asked, "what's wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Ling Mo suddenly snapped out of it and shook his head, "Nothing, just remembered some people and things..."
"Is that so..." Xia Na didn't seem to understand. But she still felt that Ling Mo's eyes were somewhat different from usual.
In that depth and brightness, there seemed to be a mix of something else.
"Human emotions are really complicated..." she muttered to herself.
