Husband, I Miss You So Much
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
People came and went. The laughter of children, the whisper of pedestrians, the sound of broadcasted warnings, and the discussion of the crisis just now… were mixed together, but Su Qianci felt the world was quiet and her mind was blank. Only that figure was left in her mind. Tall but much thinner than before... with cap and sunglasses, he slightly lowered his head, running forward without hesitation. He did not look back once, did not look at her once, and then disappeared into the crowd. Like in the big explosion in the past, he disappeared without a trace.
Su Qianci stood at the intersection, and her figure looked thin and vulnerable, like a child who had gone astray. No more facilities around here. In front of her was already the end of the park. It was a dead end.