By the time everyone reached the base of the mountain, the sky's dark clouds had been scattered by the wind, and golden sunlight was beginning to emerge from behind the clouds.
Luo Xiaoqian stopped at the car door and turned her face towards the mountaintop.
Only to see a beam of golden sunlight emerging from behind the clouds, illuminating the rain-soaked mountaintop with exceptional brightness. All the trees and grass, all the tombstones seemed to be flashing, "Zimo, the sky has cleared."
Leng Zimo followed her gaze and nodded gently, "I hope she's happier in heaven."
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United States.
Manhattan.
A black car slowly drove into the Interpol office building in Manhattan, parked in the parking lot, and the two staff members in the car got out one after another. Leng Zirui, who had just endured a long flight of several hours, followed them.
"Please follow us!"
