Gu Xu's heart tightened as he listened, eager to know how Yun Mo had survived.
Anxious and curious eyes were fixed on Yun Mo who was holding a coffee cup, "Amo, what happened next? Tell me quickly."
The coffee in Yun Mo's hand was freshly ground and brewed black coffee. As it happened, X Country was the original source of black coffee beans. The flavour here was richer and purer compared to what he had tasted back home.
He elegantly held the coffee cup, enjoying a moment of tranquility and ease that had been absent in his life for the past five years. His emotions were a complicated mix. There was a time when he thought that he would never escape the Primitive Forest.
He never imagined that he could sit so comfortably in this dazzling and spotless airport café.
Before he could take a sip of his coffee, his slender and sand-tormented fingers tapped lightly on the cup.
Impatient to start the conversation, he replied unexpectedly:
"Gu Xu, how has Qiaoqiao been these years?"
