It was dusk when they reached a crossroad. Chu Han would head to the left, while the others to the right.
Suddenly, Wen Qisheng stopped the convoy so that the survivors could bid farewell to Chu Han. He knew about Chu Han’s unique status in their hearts, so he wouldn’t be that cold and deprive them of that.
Be it the old or young people, everyone coming from Tong City, lied quietly by the vehicles’ windows looking at Chu Han in the Wrangler turning left.
"Chu Han!" Suddenly, a woman’s voice sounded and interrupted the depressing atmosphere.
Chu Han stopped before stepping on the gas. Through the black transparent window made of strange materials, Shang Jiuti could be even seen jumping from a car and running towards him.
Shang Jiuti eyes were red. It should be the first time in her 21 years of life that she decided to follow her heart. She ran so fast to Chu Han’s direction that her face turned red because she was nearly out of breath.
