Tan Jincheng couldn't accept it no matter what.
At some point, Bo Yi had already undone the seatbelt around him and placed the shattered Mo Yunxiu, who was originally held in his arms, on the ground.
When Tan Jincheng's field of vision included Bo Yi, Bo Yi was already examining Gu Yi'an.
Tan Jincheng looked at Bo Yi with bewilderment.
Is there still any use now? Any chance of saving?
This isn't a mythical world; miracles won't appear. He already knew this.
So, what was Bo Yi doing?
A final farewell?
Tan Jincheng felt his vision blur.
He seemed to have utterly lost any concept of time, space, or any concept at all.
Since he boarded the ship sent by Angel Island to pick them up forty-eight hours ago, alongside people from various countries, his nerves had been stretched tight.
After thorough checks, they boarded the ship. Then, following several more grueling hours, they were all taken to Angel Island and set foot on it.
