"Will there still be such people in the future?"
Nian Quan murmured to himself, calmly closing his eyes. He thought of An Jing, of what An Jing had said to him and others, of An Jing's deeds and the things he himself could do. Gradually, thoughts and answers formed in his heart.
[Mr. Ma and Mr. Chen haven't returned for a long time...]
On the other side, the little girl was also watching with Nian Quan. She secretly sent a message, still quite optimistic: [Maybe they didn't die, just got drafted as soldiers? Perhaps they'll come back in the future.]
"Good kid."
Nian Quan patted the little girl's shoulder. The two of them arrived at the fifth floor, which was the girl's 'home.'
