He had never imagined such a good ending.
Everything had returned. Zhai Xing was not ruled by High Dimensional beings, nor was it plunged into the chaotic war like Acto, everyone returned to their ordinary daily lives. No one was in despair, no one died.
The years were peaceful, civilization endured.
The seemingly desperate scene—instead was a HE he never dared to dream of.
...So good it felt shattering.
He hugged Yuanyuan tightly. The heavy rain fell on their closely leaning heads. Passersby looked at them strangely, but no one stopped, no one shouted, as if Su Ming'an was really just an insignificant ordinary person, requiring no more attention.
This gave him a long-missed tranquility.
As if he had once again become that ordinary eighteen-year-old boy.
His fingers trembled slightly.
...I once thought that after the World Game ended, Zhai Xing would still be under High Dimensional rule, everyone living in panic.
