In this soul-shaking moment, You Zixing hadn't even noticed when the enemy's artillery fire had stopped.
But the rumble of cannon fire was still audible.
After being shocked for a moment, You Zixing eventually gathered his wits and then squatted on the ground, whispering softly, "It can't really be... playing dead, can it..."
After uttering the term "playing dead" again, You Zixing paused for a moment and then harshly slapped his own face, immediately following with a whisper, "It can't be the last rally... damn it!"
You Zixing then slapped himself hard on the mouth once more, because he felt that today he couldn't even speak properly.
"Nemesis, hold on, say something, man, hang in there..."
With no further response, You Zixing was stunned for a moment before he once again placed his hand over Gao Yuan's chest, waiting for a moment only to discover that Gao Yuan's heartbeat seemed to have stopped.
Could it really be the last rally?
