The speed of the Serpent People's ships was too fast; it took them only a few minutes to fly from Europa to the skies above Djibouti. Yet now, even if all of humanity in Djibouti had united, either voluntarily or by force, whether they could survive the Serpent People's attack remained an unsettled matter in everyone's hearts.
More than unsettled, not one person remained who still believed that humans could win, perhaps.
Gao Yuan dared not hope that humanity would win; he could only say he would do his best.
In the end, all one could do was their best.
Luo Xingyu's helmet visor came down, and through the transparent shield, she stared blankly at Gao Yuan.
Gao Yuan, separated by the visor, stared blankly back at Luo Xingyu.
Two lovers, transcending romantic and familial bonds, standing face to face, depending on each other in the most difficult moment of their lives.
Did Luo Xingyu have time to leave her mecha and embrace Gao Yuan?