As the alarm clock rang, everyone scrambled to get up, feeling somewhat inadequate as they looked at Luo Qianqian and her group, already standing there.
However, upon closer inspection, they also saw the shadow not far away.
Apocalypse countdown, one minute.
Luo Qianqian hesitated for a moment, but still walked over there; Yan's Adam's apple moved, but he said nothing, while Mo's outstretched hand dropped, quietly watching Luo Qianqian walk over step by step, as time ticked away. With the final countdown ringing out, Luo Qianqian reached the man's side, staring at his withered face, stunned for a long time.
This is my peer, how did he become like a walnut shell? Even the elders in their family didn't look like this, right?
It's not just the condition of his skin, but his eyes too, full of vicissitudes.
"You..."
"Time's up."
