Fear stems from the unknown, the unknown is filled with mystery, and within the mystery lies a great terror beyond human comprehension.
Even though it has passed.
Every time I recall it, these elusive memories can still evoke fear, making the mind tremble, and the body exhibit signs of trauma.
Lin Fan guided Xu Yang to a nearby bench, the two sat side by side, Lin Fan gently patting Xu Yang's back, helping him to calm down, hoping he could relax, not be tense.
There was no rush to inquire.
It would be better to wait until Xu Yang's complexion was more rosy, and his emotions were a bit calmer before asking.
Time passed slowly, the surroundings were very quiet.
The sound of Xu Yang's breathing was clearly audible, his rhythm rising and falling, still not quite recovered.
Lin Fan gazed at the sky, the azure sky forming a stark contrast with the dreadful post-apocalyptic city.
One symbolized beauty.
One symbolized disaster.
A moment later.
