Within the darkness of night, isolated flames sparked by explosions dot the ground.
The night sky and the fiery light reflected off Fang Yi's face.
When Fang Yi emerged, Zhou Haotian was shocked, and along with him, Wang Ting was so stunned it was as if she had seen a ghost, unable to believe what was before her.
"You, you, you..." Wang Ting was enormously disheveled, a stark contrast to her previous glamor, staring at Fang Yi with wide eyes, "Why is it you?!"
Fang Yi observed both of their expressions, smiled faintly, and said, "Why can't it be me?"
Wang Ting exclaimed in shock, "How could you possibly be here? Did you follow us?!"
Fang Yi chuckled, his lips curling into a mocking smile, and said, "You think too highly of yourself. Do I need to follow you? However, I am surprised. How come the two of you are here?"
Wang Ting turned her head to glance at the body of her comrade, fell silent, and her face bore a look of sorrow.
