Tu Rong clicked send, feeling a sense of relief as his fingertips slid across the screen, revealing the phone's photo album.
He looked at a photo within the album, his gaze softened, his body fell, and the phone dropped to the ground.
Zhou Leng stepped forward and supported him.
"You..."
Tu Rong looked at Zhou Leng as if he were looking at his own brother.
He grinned, his teeth stained with blood.
"Live well." With that, he closed his eyes with a smile.
There were many goals in this life, many, many, yet not accomplished.
Today, one is completed.
Tu Rong was glad.
Zhou Leng extended his finger under Tu Rong's nose.
No breath remained.
Zhou Leng held onto Tu Rong, puzzled, not understanding why Tu Rong risked his life to find him, especially since they had had a confrontation in the nightclub, always opposing each other.
The bright phone screen was exceptionally striking in the dark passage.
Zhou Leng looked over.
