"Han Jingnian?"
As these three words fell, a tear rolled down Xia Wan'an's eye.
She was truly afraid... terrified, just as her grandmother had said, the news about him might come in the worst possible situation.
But luckily, it was all just her fear, he was all right...
Xia Wan'an looked at the man sitting in front of the tombstone, with a look of despair, and spoke again, "Han Jingnian?"
But this time, before she could even finish his name, the lights in the cemetery suddenly went out.
It was a cloudy night, with neither moonlight nor starlight. On this desolate mid-hill, it was immediately dark without a shred of light.
The sudden darkness stunned Xia Wan'an for a while. It was about ten seconds later that she realized that in such a pitch-black environment, Jingnian's life was at stake!
"Han Jingnian?" Instinctively, she called his name again and then hurriedly rummaged through her bag.
