The night was so dark, one's outstretched hand was barely visible.
We set off in ten minutes.
Yin Qin lay on the ground, feeling as if he were in enough pain to die. He just wanted to sleep, to completely lose consciousness.
Luo Xiaolang and Wei Ziming sat a little further out, maintaining absolute silence as they stayed alert for anyone approaching.
Ji Baijian returned to Song Zhizhi's side.
Song Zhizhi tightly held onto Ji Baijian's hand.
Ji Baijian took her into his arms.
She said, "I had always hoped for my younger brother."
"I know."
"If we encounter him next time..." Song Zhizhi's throat tightened, "Don't hold back."
Ji Baijian embraced her tighter.
He knew her guilt.
He knew very well why Song Zhizhi had given her brother another chance.
Because he was family.
Family ties are not easily cut.
When he went to exchange her brother, Song Zhizhi whispered into his ear, "Be careful of Song Zhidao."
