After stepping out of the bedroom, Xiao Zheng walked alone to the outside of the temple.
Standing by the railing, he could gaze at the snow-capped mountains towering around.
The view was vast and magnificent, with not a trace of the cruelty brought by war, as if this was an idyllic paradise.
Xiao Zheng took out his phone from his pocket.
As soon as he turned it on, countless messages flooded in.
To Xiao Zheng's surprise, there were even messages from Leng Ruobing and others. Leng Ruobing's message was very brief, only the phrase "Waiting for your return." As for the messages from Chu Xiaoran and Mo Anna, there were dozens, making him feel a bit dizzy and helpless.
However, he felt more moved, knowing that so many people cared about him.
"Looks like the events in Europe have indeed reached Ruobing and the others' ears."
"That's no surprise. With such a commotion in Europe, it would be strange if they didn't know."
