Who will I think of at the last moment? I am the only one with my mother, I have no friends, and I have never been the only one with my mother.

In the dim sky, a lazy back appeared, and raised his hand to sway at himself...

It was him, how did you think of him?

The man playing with the ball staggered to Song Shijing. Although the purple light ball in his left hand was only the size of a table tennis ball, it was enough.

"Those who survived are the strong ones! Hahahahahahahahahaha! It's time for you to go on the road!"

Song Shijing closed her eyes tightly, but the man's grim smile came to an abrupt end and his movements stopped.

Because there was a sound from the side: "Well, disturb me, was the bento ordered by your crew?"

‘It’s not enough to remember his figure. Do you still have to hear his voice? It’s obvious that I only met for such a short time…’

The man with long shawls and playing with the ball with a ball turned his head and shouted: "Get out!"

Song Shijing seemed to wake up from a dream and opened her eyes and looked over.

The boy wearing an apron, carrying a white plastic bag full of lunch box, walked towards this side in a little loose manner.

"Go...go!
Chapter completed!