Qin Yu's face darkened, and the worst part was that she also had this ominous feeling.
"No matter how bad the result is, I'm here anyway." Qin Yu knew from the beginning that this dungeon would be life and death, so she had desperately strengthened herself from the start, and even now she was still practicing hard; otherwise, she might have died two years ago.
"It's not you who came, but we came together." Jiaojiao reminded her, and Qin Yu smiled and agreed.
On their way home by car, Jiaojiao sat in the co-pilot's seat. As the car passed the mountain road outside the Yun Family Residence, they heard the sound of rain halfway through.
It was raining, and a rainy night was somewhat unappealing.
Qin Yu controlled the steering wheel, glanced at the dim streetlights, and frowned slightly. The streetlights here were a bit lacking, and nobody seemed to fix them.
