"Foolish, Foolish, I'm waiting for you to come back..."
A deep sigh.
And less than a thousand meters away from Zhiyuan Residence, this courtyard is noticeably smaller yet even colder and more desolate than Zhiyuan Residence. Sometimes, the influence of a residence on people is far less than the influence of people on a residence.
The protagonist harbors a wasteland in his heart; thus, the residence lacks vitality.
At this moment, in a bedroom, there is no light, no fire, Bai Yuanxiu, dressed in a single garment, looks through the window at a certain place.
His eyes are deep, slowly typing a message on the phone screen.
—Begin.
Meanwhile, in another distant area...almost on another hemisphere.
In a dim and damp underground space, the ground is filled with casualties, blood flowing like a river, water dripping in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, like a duck's webbed feet on mud, or perhaps a beast is feeding, shadows swaying in the dark...
