"An obvious one," Xinyuan frowned. "Did Pei Luo find Wenzhi in our quarters?"
Su Zheng tapped her earpiece, her brow furrowing as she listened to the static. "I can't connect to him."
Xinyuan let out a sharp breath. He didn't wait.
He teleported them.
This time, they appeared directly in front of their old apartment building. Like the rest of the city, the structure was a pile of shattered concrete and ash.
But standing right in the center of the concrete rubble was Lin Wenzhi.
He was wearing the exact same clothes Wenzhi had been wearing earlier. He stood there with the exact same freckled face, his features set in a familiar, irritated frown.
"Wenzhi?" Su Zheng's breath hitched, taking a half-step forward. Then she froze, her eyes scanning the thick red fog around them. "Wait... he's not wearing a filter mask..."
"That's not him," Xinyuan hissed.
"I..." Su Zheng looked at Xinyuan in shock.
