Yet, Yan Cijin still couldn't help but worry about Bai Li. The moment she heard those gunshots and saw Bai Li go out alone, her heart had been hanging in the air the whole time. It was not because she thought Bai Li was weak. On the contrary, Bai Li looked calm and capable, the kind of person who could handle herself, but this was still the apocalypse. Even a strong person could run into trouble at any time, and once something happened, there was no going back. That kind of thought kept pressing on Yan Cijin's chest, making it hard for her to completely settle down.
