Number two's tears continued to flow, and Lu Xin could even feel the warmth on his shoulder.
Lu Xin did not stop him, nor did he try to stop him from crying.
It was as if he was in this world of despair, and the only thing he could give to number two was that insignificant hope.
At this moment, the only thing he could do was to hug number two and let him vent to his heart's content ...
It was a world of despair.
God's nightmare was not a world that anyone could fight against.
Everyone was faced with the fate of being assimilated by it.
But in this world, there were still people who could resist to a certain extent.
That was to make use of a small part of his human nature to prevent himself from being completely assimilated by it ...
They were either curious or hopeful.
This was the only weapon they had used to resist for so many years.
