Retracting his gaze from the bag filled with laser weapons, Zheng Minghui looked at Zhao Zhiliang and voiced his doubt, unsure of what could suddenly instill such a strong sense of responsibility in a person.
This question momentarily stunned Zhao Zhiliang, but he quickly regained his composure, silently packed the weapon into the bag, and pushed it under the bed with his foot.
After doing this, he walked out of the living room. Watching his leaving figure, Zheng Minghui thought his words might have triggered some nerve, evoking bad memories. However, when he and Shen Mingke came out, they found Zhao Zhiliang looking dazedly at a photo of Su Sigui on the wall, his face full of deep affection.
"I want to die on this land with the old... mayor. I can't imagine the days without her. Without the mayor, what's the point of me living in this world?"
Shen Mingke: "..."
Zheng Minghui: "..."
