"March 14th, 2037, full of life."
"Exposing some small issues appropriately can cover up bigger mistakes."
Su Huan knew Yu Jing was hiding something, just like that occasional familiar feeling she gave him.
She also had her own secrets.
If it were six months ago, he'd definitely hang this woman up to dig for answers, but now, the train conductor had learned to fool himself.
Yu Jing was a woman and also his subordinate; since he had given He Jie freedom and respect, he had to be fair to her as well.
But thinking about that tight transformation was quite stress-relieving...
When Su Huan emerged from the lab, the sky was already light. Due to scaring away the mutant plants around him, there was no obfuscation in the sky, and the crimson sun rose from the horizon, spilling its radiance.
Beneath the train, Old Jiang led the engineering crew, busily sawing wood, while that Banyan tree body capable of holding souls also had high material value.
