After getting off the bus, Tang Zhen got on the train. The wheels rolled as they got further and further away from his hometown.
Tang Zhen, who was on tenterhooks throughout the journey, did not know that he was completely fine. He was only scaring himself the entire time.
All the trouble he had caused had already been wiped out by the clone. It was just that the clone had no way of informing him.
Currently, it was already midnight. Tang Zhen was leaning against the window of the train as he looked at the scenery outside in a daze.
He really didn't know if there was any possibility of returning after he left.
Tang Zhen would not have made such a choice if he was not forced to. After all, he was not alone. He still had his family members in his hometown.
His clone stood at the side as if he was watching a movie. He was the main character, and there was no ready-made script.
