At that time, he saw Su Wensheng say that he had a dream, a dream in which one day he could stand on a high platform, calling on everyone to change everything, a dream where one day he would raise the flag, leading people to follow him, a dream where he stood on the battlefield, commanding the whole army to charge, crashing through the deep-rooted darkness.
But in the end, it still didn't come true.
…
On the flat ground, Su Ming'an heard a loud bang.
He suddenly looked up and saw a burst of blood-red light explode towards the direction of the rooftop.
The intense explosion echoed in the air, the rooftop collapsed, fragments scattered everywhere. Alice on the rooftop was falling, engulfed in flying steel and concrete.
Su Ming'an rushed forward, but suddenly stopped.
A white figure appeared among the falling stones. He was holding the sleeping Alice. His head slightly bowed, pure white hair flowing down, looking as if he had long been prepared for this moment.
