She crouched on the overpass. Beneath the overpass, vehicles occasionally drove by, and with the wind came the sound of whistling.
Hou Tingfu supported her forehead with cold, stiff fingers, her throat choked, and a hoarse voice emerged from her mouth.
"Nanxun... he..."
The sound of vehicles whistling, the occasional honking, pierced into Lu Xiaoyou's ears as she heard Hou Tingfu say:
"Nanxun has disappeared."
Suddenly, their lives spiraled out of control. When they thought life would settle smoothly and peacefully, fate, like an invisible giant iron anchor, smashed the dimly lit city.
Making them witness the city's buildings collapse, as if the end of the world was approaching...
"How did he disappear?" Lu Xiaoyou pressed on, wondering why of all times, Yan Nanxun disappeared now?
Hou Tingfu grasped the railing on the overpass with one hand and supported herself to stand up:
