All the way until he firmly stood on the ground, nothing happened.
His taut nerves relaxed a little, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.
Xiong Jie cautiously reached out to touch the Dark Forest beside him, his movements slow and careful, as if afraid to disturb some terrifying presence.
When constructing the Dark Bus, he'd touched Dark Wood before.
Now his fingertips made contact—feeling just like the cut logs, only even colder to the touch.
No harm, nothing happened, not even the branches and leaves of the Dark Wood stirred.
Over here, people were feeling the silence of the Dark Forest, but they couldn't suppress the wild pounding of their hearts.
The moon hung in the sky.
Jiang Che gently embraced Ding Ning, the two of them sitting by the window, gazing out at that tranquil, star-filled night.
Ding Ning's head leaned against Jiang Che's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, her heart full of warmth and peace.
