"Whimpering... isn't everyone like that? It's because of you that life has become bearable..."
Amidst the crying of the Free Vanguards, the last pair, a man, and a woman, remained relatively calm.
Li Qingming had naturally noticed them long ago.
A tall guy with a buzz cut trying to act cool, the kind you just want to punch.
And a long-haired woman who always looks like she's smirking, clearly playing an elf character.
Even though they hadn't seen each other or been in contact for two years.
But just one exchange of glances, and Li Qingming knew there was no need for further words.
No surrender.
Li Yang, Tang Tang.
None of us have given up.
In the exchange of glances, the three slightly nodded.
We are coming for you.
Xiao Yun.
...
By the end of April, the underlying currents had surfaced unnoticed, with news spreading silently into every corner like tree roots.
