For a long time, she turned off the TV.
By now, the sky had thoroughly darkened.
She only guessed: Where is Huang Xiaojue?
At this moment, is he alive or dead?
Something horrifying must have happened to him, otherwise, with such a big event happening, he would certainly have proactively contacted her.
But strangely, he never did.
Even if others don't know this phone number, he certainly does.
Yet she has never received any message from him.
At this moment, she only wanted to find him, and sincerely tell him: "Xiaojue, thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago."
But he seemed unwilling to give her this opportunity.
She casually nibbled on a sandwich and walked to the window; the night sky was boundless, dark and vast, just like this mysterious world.
