"Jingzhe fell into contemplation once again.
"After another long period of time.
"'Come find me.'
"After Jingzhe spoke, he once again hibernated, transforming into that distant mountain.
"I was still dazed, but Yan Jin had already revitalized, lifting me up with one hand.
"'It's still early, Captain!' In the deepest part of Hell, she revealed the most beautiful smile, 'The story is just beginning!'
The writing stops here with a clear break.
Li Qingming also paused for a moment then, after a brief search, walked to the ice sculpture nearest to Nie Yun on his left.
It was her, Yan Jin.
Clear, lovely, a bit like a short-haired version of Cheng Xinghai.
Although the outlines of her face showed signs of aging, her expression was still that of a young girl.
"I... can't see..." Nie Yun's choking voice came from beside, he too was facing this way, "Can you tell me... is she crying? Is she calm or is she sad..."
