Lu Xiaoyou couldn't utter a single word at that moment, yet her eyes, bright as stars, held a thousand unspoken words.
She saw the man's expression, immensely sorrowful, helpless except for holding her close.
This Long Xiliang was both lovable and heart-wrenching.
Gradually, her vision turned into a vast expanse of white, as if hearing the sound of waves crashing against rocks in the Wucha Sea, as if hearing the sound of snow falling.
In the world she once lived in, she was all alone, detached and carefree, thinking she would live like that forever.
To live alone, to die alone.
Indeed, when she bore the brunt of countless heavenly thunders, she died in solitude, her body turning to ashes.
But now, someone was mourning for her, and that was nice...
The military aircraft arrived at the hospital rooftop. Before the automatic steps could be set up, Long Xiliang jumped right out of the cabin, holding Lu Xiaoyou.
